When he presses himself to the earth, long and violently, when he urges himself deep into it with his face and his limbs, under fire and with the fear of death upon him, then the earth is his only friend, his brother, he groans out his terror and screams into its silence and safety, the earth absorbs it all and gives him another ten seconds of life, ten seconds to run, then takes hold of him again - sometimes for ever.
Erich Maria RemarqueAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: June 22, 1898
- Died: September 25, 1970
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