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Sometimes all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

Anything is possible. Even the most terrible beast might one day be a distant memory.*

Sin isn't global. It's personal. If you do wrong to someone, the only way to fix that is to go to that same person and do right by him. Which is why murder, to a Jew, is unforgivable.

hvem som helst kan skape vakre miljøer hvis de har en lommebok på størrelse med en diamantgruve.

'Morality has nothing to do with religion,' she says, 'You can do the right thing and not believe in God at all.'

Can you blame the creationist who doesn't believe in evolution, if he has been fed that alleged truth his whole life, and swallowed it hook, line, and sinker?
Maybe not.

Ty det är med livet som med vår tunga, skrev han. I barndomen älskar vi det söta, men det är det bittra vi måste lära oss att bejaka. Annars blir vi aldrig fullvärdiga människor och våra smaklökar förblir outvecklade.

Gud, ge mig sinnesro att acceptera det jag inte kan förändra
Mod att förändra det jag kan
Och förstånd att inse skillnaden

Det du inte kan sluta fundera på, måste du ta itu med.

We two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return…

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

It's amazing what you can convince yourself of, if you buy into the lie.

Power isn't doing something terrible to someone who's weaker than you, Reiner. It's having the strength to do something terrible, and choosing not to.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

If you hide long enough, a ghost among men, you might disappear forever without anyone noticing. It's human nature to ensure that someone has seen the mark you left behind.

There is a reason the word history has, at its heart, the narrative of one's life.

Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those paper flowers, once they've been let loose in the world, the memories are impossible to tuck away again.

The biggest mistake people make when they think about Nazi war criminals is to assume they were always monsters; before, during, and after the war. They weren't. They were once ordinary men, with fully operational consciences, who made bad choices and had to fabricate excuses to themselves for the rest of their lives when they returned to a mundane existence.