It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.
Henri BarbusseAll lovers in the world are alike: they fall in love by chance; they see each other, and are attached to each other by the features of their faces; they illuminate each other by the fierce preference which is akin to madness; they assert the reality of illusions; and for a moment they change falsehood into truth.
Henri Barbusse