Les personnages de nos autres vies sont des fantômes que la littérature fait revivre.
Olivier WeberTags: adventure war africa literature colonialism report travel-writer french-writer war-reporter
No time to spare: the expression assumed its full significance, as so many expressions do in wartime.
Guy SajerTags: war world-war-ii soldier
Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.
Guy SajerTags: reality war death dreams happy world-war-ii nightmares soldier
He thinks Goliath can end the war," Alek managed at last. "The man wants peace!"
"As do we all," Count Volger said. "But there are many ways to end a war. Some are more peaceful than others.
As I remember his laugh, there was nothing mad about it, it was more like the laugh of someone who has been the victim of a practical joke, a farce in which he had believed until suddenly he realized his folly.
Guy SajerTags: war death world-war-ii soldier
War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance.
Guy SajerTags: war world-war-ii terror soldier vengeance timeless
What happened next? I retain nothing from those terrible minutes except indistinct memories which flash into my mind with sudden brutality, like apparitions, among bursts and scenes and visions that are scarcely imaginable. It is difficult even to even to try to remember moments during which nothing is considered, foreseen, or understood, when there is nothing under a steel helmet but an astonishingly empty head and a pair of eyes which translate nothing more than would the eyes of an animal facing mortal danger. There is nothing but the rhythm of explosions, more or less distant, more or less violent, and the cries of madmen, to be classified later, according to the outcome of the battle, as the cries of heroes or of murderers. And there are the cries of the wounded, of the agonizingly dying, shrieking as they stare at a part of their body reduced to pulp, the cries of men touched by the shock of battle before everybody else, who run in any and every direction, howling like banshees. There are the tragic, unbelievable visions, which carry from one moment of nausea to another: guts splattered across the rubble and sprayed from one dying man to another; tightly riveted machines ripped like the belly of a cow which has just been sliced open, flaming and groaning; trees broken into tiny fragments; gaping windows pouring out torrents of billowing dust, dispersing into oblivion all that remains of a comfortable parlor...
Guy SajerTags: war world-war-ii battle soldier
Krieg ist eine bescheuerte Sache, doch trotzdem mussten wir ihn führen. Mussten. Fragt mich nicht, warum. Wir mussten.
Hallgrímur HelgasonTags: war
Eine Nation ist sowohl die Summe unserer Stärken als auch unserer Dummheit. Im Krieg gehorchen die Ersten der Letzteren.
Hallgrímur HelgasonTags: war
Der Krieg stellt Fragen, auf die der Frieden keine Antwort hat.
Hallgrímur HelgasonTags: war
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