"Enough. The dead are the past. The living can never interact with them. Nothing comes of them remaining in this world. There's nowhere for them to go. So, it's time for them to disappear."
"That goes for you too, doesn't it?"
"We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war."
- Erich Maria Remarque, "All Quiet on the Western Front"