War today is such a more visible thing. We see it on television, on CNN. In 1914, war was a concept.

Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince his soul not to live inside his tiny body anymore, but to slip away and sail to the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very far away.'' -The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

He looked down and did something quite out of character for him: he took hold of Shmuel's tiny hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "You're my best friend, Shmuel," he said. "My best friend for life.

Bruno: We're not supposed to be friends, you and me. We're meant to be enemies. Did you know that?

You’re my best friend, Shmuel,’ he said. ‘My best friend for life.

Don't make it worse by thinking it's more painful than it actually is.

It reminds me of how grandmother always had the right costume for me to wear. You wear the right outfit and you feel like the person you're pretending to be.