The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: November 8, 1908 Death: February 15, 1998 |
“Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!”
“Writing fiction, there are no limits to what you write as long as it increases the value of the paper you are writing on.”