We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

When you're in that scene, you really wonder if this is all you're ever going to be. You know how vile and filthy you are inside.

To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were not. It all becomes a question of style.

Quand tout le monde est militaire, le crime est de ne pas tuer si l'order 'exige.

How vile and despicable war seems to me! I would rather be hacked to pieces than take part in such an abominable business.

He had been bored, that's all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen - and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen, even loveless slavery, even war or death. Hurray then for funerals!