“Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?”

“I'm just another stupid human.”

“No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human.”

“He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.”

“Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.”

“You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.”

“It’s probably fair to say that in all the years of Hitler’s reign, no person was able to serve the Führer as loyally as me. A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy.Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”