My rage outweighs my shame, as always happens when one is really ashamed and knows he ought to be.

Katczinsky says it is all to do with education - it softens the brain.

Yes, that's the way they think, these hundred thousand Kantoreks! Iron Youth! Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? That is long ago. We are old folk.

Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay/And the war would be over and done in a day." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3

Every little bean must be heard as well as seen!

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…and thus we wait for morning.

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!