You Nazis! I pity the devil when you boys start arriving in bunches.

You'll find superstition a contagious thing. Some people let it get the better of them.

Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand. Those flying fish, they're not leaping for joy, they're jumping in terror. Bigger fish want to eat them. That luminous water, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies, the glitter of putrescence. There's no beauty here, only death and decay.

A bath and a tenderloin steak. Those are the high points of a man's life.

A man of conviction is often more to be desired than a man of experience.

You Nazis! I pity the devil when you boys start arriving in bunches.

Weapons are created to be used. There's no place for the weak on this earth.