We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.
Erich Maria RemarqueTo forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
Erich Maria RemarqueThe room shall speak, it must catch me up and hold me, I want to feel that I belong here, I want to hearken and know when I go back to the front line that the war will sink down, be drowned utterly in the great home-coming tide, know that it will then be past for ever, and not gnaw us continually, that it will have none but an outward power over us...Nothing stirs; listless and wretched, like a condemned man, I sit there and the past withdraws itself. And at the same time I fear to importune it too much, because I do not know what might happen then. I am a soldier, I must cling to that.
Erich Maria Remarque