| Catherine on her deathbed | It's just a dirty trick |
| Catherine on her deathbed | It's just a dirty trick |
| triad for Catherine | eat and drink and sleep with Catherine |
| Frederic on love as a coping mechanism | life isnt hard when you've got nothing to lose |
| the priest on victory | I don't believe in victory anymore |
| Frederic on the past | we had a lovely time that summer |
| Ferguson on love and death | you'll die. Fight or die. That's what people do. They don't marry. |
| Priest on love | when you love, you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve |
| priest on war | there are people who would make war |
| Catherine on rain | sometimes I see you in the rain, dead |
| Ronaldi on friendship | you are my best friend and war brother |
| Catherine loss of indentity | there isnt any me. I'm you. Don't make a seperate me |
| Catherine on religion | you're my religion, you're all I've got |
| Frederic on christianity | it is in defeat that we become Christian |
| Henry on defeat | defeat is worse |
| Henry on shooters | those were Italians that shot. They weren't Germans |
| Catherine on lying | that's all right. Keep right on lying to me. That's what I want you to do. Were they pretty? |
| henry on war | I knew I would not be killed |
| Rinaldi on suffering | you are so brave and quiet that I forgot you were suffering |
| Misogynistic writing of Catherine | I'll do what you want and say what you want and then I'll be a great success, won't I? |
| Aymo on rain | Tomorrow maybe we drink rainwater |
| Catherine on her deathbed | It's just a dirty trick |
| Henry attempts to kiss Catherine | I leaned forward in the dark to kiss her, and there was a sharp stining flash |
| Catherine reflecting on hotel | I never felt like a whore before |
