Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

Then there was the war, and I married it because there was nothing else when I reached the age of falling in love.

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.

War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance.

No time to spare: the expression assumed its full significance, as so many expressions do in wartime.

The problems I had existed before I did, and I discovered them.