“There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
“There are always too few perfect breasts in this world; leave yours alone.”
“And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?”
“There had never been a shortage of fools in the world”
“Were there always to be more damage, damage would be an aspect of perfection. We would all be angels, one-legged and faceless, seething with endless, hopeless praise. Bless Adonai for making us better than angels. Blessed is Adonai for making us human.”
“The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting.”