“Love is a battle," said Marie-Claude, still smiling. "And I plan to go on fighting. To the end."Love is a battle?" said Franz. "Well, I don't feel at all like fighting." And he left.”

“Love is a battle" she said smiling, "And I plan on going fighting 'til the end." "Love is a battle? well, I don’t feel at all like fighting," and he left.”

“the battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down, if you said you'd rather love than fight.”

“This was not the state of mind I was accustomed to, at the outset of an expedition. But one does not fight the battles he wishes to fight; he fights the battles that find him. I would do my best to ignore my foul mood and physical discomfort, and plunge ahead as I had planned.”

“We are fighting the greatest war the world has ever seen, and our likely future is death and ruins, and you are thinking about a women you love, instead of making battle plans. If this is what love can do to a man, perhaps you were better off without it. He smiled to himself. I do not believe that, he thought.”

“Fighting is in my very bones. I don't have any fancy, noble reason like anger at my fate. I'm just like a gamecock that launches itself into battle after meaningless battle. I like fighting. That's why I can't stop.”