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“...but a sense of strangeness will not leave me. I cannot feel at home among these things. There is my mother, there is my sister, there my case of butterflies, and there the mahogony piano, but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.”

Quote by Erich Maria Remarque

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All quiet on the western front

Erich Maria Remarque's novel offers a stark portrayal of the horrors of war from the perspective of young soldiers on the Western Front during World War I. more

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Erich Maria Remarque
Erich Maria Remarque

German author best known for his novel 'All Quiet on the Western Front', which vividly portrays the horrors of World War I. His works are characterized by a realistic style and have had a profound impact on literature. more

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