Quotes About Erich Maria Remarque

I dislike his talk; it goes against my grain to hear him speak so contemptuously of cobblers. They made as good soldiers as the finer folk, anyway. Adolf Bethke was a cobbler, for that matter,--and he knew a sight more about war than a good many majors. It was the man that counted with us, not his occupation.

In this way the squad has merely made the turn-about and a couple of paces, while the squad-leader dashes backwards and forwards like a fart on a curtain-pole.

Peace, a fireplace, books, silence ... Before this was seen as one philistinism. Now these are dreams of a lost paradise.

The small tool of death was like a dynamo of life.

Below there are cyclists, lorries, men; it is a grey street and a grey subway;—it affects me as though it were my mother.

A bitch. No prostitute. A bitch. If you were a Russian you would understand.

I said no more and made off. It is no use quarrelling with excited maternal instincts. They have the moral support of the entire world behind them.

A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men.

The blonde girl twitters: "Bread—good——

I tell you it is the vilest business to use horses in the war.

Before another three years passed, the book was being burned by the Nazis, who found the depiction of a disillusioned and demoralized German soldiery to be intolerably offensive.