I'm not a very nostalgic person. I don't really look at the past and summon up regrets, or self-congratulations, it just is not a mechanism that operates very strongly in me. So I neither have regrets nor occasions for self-congratulations.

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.

The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.

Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true.