And here we see again that we do not decide our own lives. Dieneke, even if we won't see each other again on earth, we will never be sorry for what we did, that we took this stand.

I would stand there at times and remember how beautiful God created this world, and then I would be reassured that he would certainly take care of me and all of my loved ones.

By the end of the war, I could pick out Jewish people almost as if I had a sixth sense about it, even if they had blue eyes and blond hair. I would have been a very valuable Gestapo person.

I had no real communication with anyone at the time, so I was totally dependent on God. And he never failed me.

I felt peace, even though I was still scared to death. I thought that, whatever would happen to me - I could still be killed. I didn't know - and in what I'd already been through, God was in control.

To me it was real war and my life was at stake, and I believe that all those clandestine spy games we played as children helped when the Occupation came.

All during that prison time I really lived by prayer. Be in prayer always, we're told, and back then I was.

But miracles still happen, even if we don't think they do.

After the prayer they executed an armed robbery. That sounds very strange this many years later: prayer and then armed robbery.

I'm sorry to say it, but it was hard on me to see life continue all around.

The worst is, I remain so stone cold. Does this war make you an 'alive-dead person'? Is it not possible to remain yourself in this chaos? How long still?

... Paris was no more Babylon than it was New Jerusalem. All cities worthy of that name were both: they were one because they were the other...

Why do you want to be on The Real World? Because I want everyone to witness my youth. Why? Isn't it gorgeous?

You can't be perfect. You can't be the perfect father. You can't be the perfect singer.

Sleep, nurse of our life, care's best reposer.

If a man can reach the latter days of his life with his soul intact, he has mastered life.

By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna wish you felt this good again.

I'm pretty sure Adele and James Blunt were dumped by the same man.

You can get pigeonholed in Hollywood and people think of you in a certain way.

Extreme justice is extreme injustice.

I am not into the unrealistic realm of magic realism where birds talk.