Frank Hering

“The war has ruined us for everything.” He is right. 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. The”
― Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

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― Paul Russell, The Unreal Life of Sergey Nabokov

“Who, after all, is more suited to the liberal life than the detective, who, by dint of his very profession, defies restrictions of government, of the police, and of conventional, predictable thinking? If in some ways detectives are also arch conservatives, in that they tame the behavior of their clients, indeed tame society itself, and make it orderly, still, they function according to their own rules of honor and justice arrived at independently. The private enterprise of the private op. Every detective story depends on their freedom of speculation without which no mystery can be solved. As”
― Roger Rosenblatt, The Boy Detective: A New York Childhood

“Against the background of the War and its brutal stupidity those men had stood glorified by the thing which sought to destroy them…. I”
― Siegfried Sassoon, Memoirs of an Infantry Officer