For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy.

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.

I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.

If I can just see the European war out I think I might feel justified in quitting the war.

[I]nstead of the usual "Why can't we make movies more like real life?" I think a more pertinent question is "Why can't real life be more like the movies?"

There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle.