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“Humanity seems doomed to do more evil than good. The greatest ideal on earth is human love.”
― Wilm Hosenfeld, The Pianist: The Extraordinary Story of One Man's Survival in Warsaw, 1939â€�45

“They came here on Sunday, 30th June, 1940, after bombing us two days before. They said they hadn't meant to bomb us; they mistook our tomato lorries on the pier for army trucks. How they came to think that strains the mind. They bombed us, killing some thirty men, women, and children - one among them was my cousin's boy. He had sheltered underneath his lorry when he first saw the planes dropping bombs, and it exploded and caught fire. They killed men in their lifeboats at sea. They strafed the Red Cross ambulances carrying our wounded. When no one shot back at them, they saw the British had left us undefended. They just flew in peaceably two days later and occupied us for five years.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“I had my first cigarette when I was five,â€� he says, making rings of smoke. “With my mother.”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“You can do anything you put your mind to doing.”
― Gertrude Kerschner

“My bookshelves were groaning with WW2 books, Hitler's baleful eyes staring out at me from covers and spines for any new visitor (or passing burglar) to wonder if I might be a fan or at least mildly obsessed.”
― Al Murray

“Nonetheless the man (Hitler) had a remarkable ability to transform himself into something far more compelling, especially when speaking in public or during private meetings when some topic enraged him. He had a knack as well for projecting an aura of sincerity that blinded onlookers to his true motives and beliefs..”
― Erik Larson, In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler's Berlin

“Live for something rather than die for nothing.”
― General George S. Patton

“The Nazis understand everything except humour.”
― Mary Berg, The Diary of Mary Berg: Growing up in the Warsaw Ghetto

“You know what, BB? We’ve got dark spots on our souls. We have to live with that. War is not about doing what’s right. War’s about surviving.â€�

Verner aka ‘Jens�
in the novel 'The Informer' by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“Gentlemen, this is a story that you shall tell your grandchildren, and mightily bored they'll be.”
― Lt General Brian Horrocks

“The dangers of the sea should always take precedence
over the violence of the enemy�

Rear-Admiral Ben Bryant CB, DSO and two bars, DSC”
― Ben Bryant

“The castle of Enysfarne was a dark and towering force that hovered over what was left of my innocence. It contained my destiny, of that I had no doubt whatsoever; a fate that threatened to wipe the blush off my face and turn me into the man my father always wanted me to be... Veronica Somerset, Dragonfly.”
― Charles A. Cornell, DragonFly

“In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.”
― Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano

“There are so few people left alive from back then, you may as well be talking to them about the Black Death. Nobody recalls the shite in the 30s and that were fucking horrible. For Christ's sake, nobody wants to remember the shite in the 80s. It's all forgotten and swept under the rug by the newspapers and the BBC. They get nostalgic about the music, but they never want to mention the misery. It's all shite. As for the bloody Second World War, the politicians only talk about it when they need an excuse to go pissing about in one of those fucking Muslim countries.”
― Harry Leslie Smith, Harry's Last Stand: How the world my generation built is falling down, and what we can do to save it

“The fact is that many people did not â€� and still do not â€� understand that many Germans were held in the concentration camps from 1933 onwards. The camps were not just for Jews or other ‘non-peopleâ€�, but also for any German who had made some remark about the Nazis, or who would not follow the Nazi rules.”
― Alfred Nestor, Uncle Hitler: A Child's Traumatic Journey Through Nazi Hell to the Safety of Britain

“I’ve just been wandering the streets at night. If I came by a German soldier out alone, I would follow him, shove the pistol to the back of his head, and shoot. Once, I even did two at the same time, but they were really drunk.â€�


Poul-Erik aka ‘Willy�
The Informer by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“Current interventions in use with children include psycho-pharmacological treatments, play therapy, psychological debriefing and testimony therapy, but this was Nazi Germany in 1945!”
― Alfred Nestor, Uncle Hitler: A Child's Traumatic Journey Through Nazi Hell to the Safety of Britain

“In therapy, to meet the needs of traumatized survivors of war and torture, the patient is requested to repeatedly talk about the worst traumatic event in detail while re-experiencing all emotions associated with the event. Traumatic memory, they say, is cleared by narration of whole life; from early childhood up to the present date ... this book is my therapy. I am awash with living memories.”
― Alfred Nestor, Uncle Hitler: A Child's Traumatic Journey Through Nazi Hell to the Safety of Britain

“Later, I started to understand just why these children ‘hatedâ€� us other children. I understood that they did not, in fact, hate ‘usâ€�, but hated the fact that we were German and spoke in a language that they associated with pain, fear and the loss of their parents, uncles, grandfathers and grandmothers, their whole families, in fact. Once I understood this it affected me in all sorts of subconscious ways, ways that were to blight my life for many years and make me deny my German birth.”
― Alfred Nestor, Uncle Hitler: A Child's Traumatic Journey Through Nazi Hell to the Safety of Britain

“That pistol I gave you is a piece of crap. You can’t hit anything with it, not at that distance.â€�
Staring at her with tears in his blinking eyes, he says, “I did.�


Conversation between Alis K and Willy
The Informer”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“They died. Along with three other men who had joined our group. We were betrayed. The porter had told his girlfriend about the operation. They’d only just met each other. Jens shot her a week later.â€�

Johannes aka ‘BB�
The Informer”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“Agreed. We could set a trap for him. See if he goes for it.â€�
“How would we do that?�

Conversation between ‘Borge� and ‘Jens�
The Informer by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“We were supposed to be heroes.â€�
“There’s no such thing as heroes.�

Conversation between ‘Alis K� and ‘Borge�
The Informer by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“He’s never going to confess, BB. Why don’t we just shoot him and go home? I’ve got an important appointment coming up.â€�
Ingrid aka ‘Alis K�
The Informer by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“People change sides. You’ve always been a dirty piece of shit cop. You can be bought, Verner!â€�
“Just like you, Ingrid. Just like you.�

Conversation between ‘Alis K� and ‘Jens�
in the novel 'The Informer' by Steen Langstrup”
― Steen Langstrup, The Informer

“The wounded are instruments, singing pain.”
― Brendan Phibbs, The Other Side of Time: A Combat Surgeon in World War II

“That evening we sat in the courtyard of the hotel once more, watching the sun sink below the western isles. I told Alexi what had happened that day. I fancied I could glimpse the grey stone wall of Lismore House on its island hilltop, the red light of the setting sun glinting from the windows, and from there the wasted frame of Jonathan Blake gazing out across the sea, on nothing, his boy waiting for him to die. But it was my fantasy, simply the image on my mind, like the image burned on to your eyes when you have stared too long at the sun, the passing footprint of a creature long gone.”
― P.B. North, Leaving Pimlico

“I often noticed that the surrounding mountains inspired Hitler. He once joked that here he stood 'above the world' in an environment comparable to Olympius, legendary mount of the gods, but that alone can never have been the motivation for himto put down his private roots on Obersalzberg.”
― Heinz Linge, With Hitler to the End: The Memoirs of Adolf Hitler's Valet

“The man who had asked my name in Obersalzberg in the summer of 1934 had been a dominant personality excluding a spellbinding charisma to which few were not prey. The embodied sovereign power, total power. The man whom I burnt and interred under a hail of Red Army shells near the Reich Chancellery was a trembling old man, a spent force, feeble, a failure. Like the Reich which he had aimed to bring into an era of unparalleled brilliance and opulence and had become a heap of rubble, he was the disfigured embodiment of his earlier self.”
― Heinz Linge, With Hitler to the End: The Memoirs of Adolf Hitler's Valet

“When this war is over we should raise a memorial in every Australian capital to the New Guinea natives so that we may never forget how much of the white man's burden was carried by the natives in this roadless jungle warfare ... so that we may remember how many Australians owe their lives to the natives who bore the wounded in their stretchers across the tortuous trail to safety.”
― Chester Wilmot