The Art of The Thin Red Line

7:23pm: Подскажите, кто в Минске занимается ремонтом кондиционеров. Требуется, кажется, не ремонт даже, а обслуживание: жидкость долить. Правда, кондиционер старый совковый БК-2300.

4:27pm: Malick's film is much more subconscious, concentrating its energy into how men in battle draw themselves away from the reality and fear that surrounds them at all times. Interspersed with the very detailed battle scenes are what could most closely be termed dream sequences, where the soldier's need for familiar memories help to shield them from the dangers just past any of the next ridges.

What I found completely compelling about the concept of trying to escape the horror through the hopes of returning to the life in your memories, is that everyone of these men had the past as their only link to home. None of the hopes and dreams felt inside were ever what the present had to offer. With letters from home, the reality of these men's lives had to modified and their hopes compensated for.
Peter M. Bracke

10:29pm: Get that blouse on, soldier!
It's not a god damn bathing beach.

9:13pm: Shut up in a tomb. Can't lift the lid. Played a role I never conceived.

1:56am: Property! The whole fuckin' thing's about property.

12:06am: Everyone lookin' for salvation by himself, each like the coal thrown from the fire.

10:05pm: Maybe all men got one big soul who everybody's a part of. All faces of the same man - one big self.

5:28pm: There's always someone watching you, like a hawk. Always someone ready to jump in if you're not.

12:41am: The closer you are to the Caesar the greater the fear.

6:21pm: What difference do you think you can make, one man in all this madness?

12:36am: Everything a lie. Everything you hear, everything you see. So much to spew out. They just keep coming, one after another.

You're in a box. A moving box. They want you dead or in their lie. Only one thing a man can do - find something that's his, make an island for himself.

If I should never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack. One glance from your eyes, and my life will be yours.

12:34am: I might be your best friend, and you don't even know it.

12:06am: -Do you ever feel lonely?
-Only when I'm around people

12:34am: Love. Where does it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it. I was a prisoner. You set me free.

1:04am: In this world, a man, himself, is nothing. And there ain't no world but this one.