It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany

They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.