Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

The problems I had existed before I did, and I discovered them.

War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance.

No time to spare: the expression assumed its full significance, as so many expressions do in wartime.

Men who have embraced one idea can live only by and for that idea. Beyond it, they have nothing but their memories.

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn't expect too much of life. How could one resent disappointment in love if life itself was continuously in doubt? Since Belgorod, terror had overturned all my preconceptions, and the pace of life had been so intense one no longer knew what elements of ordinary life to abandon in order to maintain some semblance of balance. I was still unresigned to the idea of death, but I had already sworn to myself during moments of intense fear that I would exchange anything - fortune, love, even a limb - if I could simply survive.