War today is such a more visible thing. We see it on television, on CNN. In 1914, war was a concept.

Bruno: "Why do you wear pajamas all day?" Shmuel: "The soldiers. They took all our clothes away." Bruno: "My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away."

...Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel's hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.

You’re my best friend, Shmuel,’ he said. ‘My best friend for life.

He looked down and did something quite out of character for him: he took hold of Shmuel's tiny hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "You're my best friend, Shmuel," he said. "My best friend for life.

What exactly was the difference? He wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?

There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them.

Bruno: We're not supposed to be friends, you and me. We're meant to be enemies. Did you know that?

I think i'm just breathing, that's all. And there's a difference between breathing and being alive.

Sitting around miserable all day won't make you any happier.

Their lost voices must continue to be heard.

The number of family secrets is just staggering.

Here for example the beautiful silver mirror of a river swells, a boy falls in, the water ripples sweetly around his locks, he sinks - and after a short while the silver mirror swells as before.

It's not some big event that creates the drama, it's the little things of everyday life that bring about that drama.

The amazing thing is that I'm sane. I'm not bitter. I'm not drugged out. I'm not broke. I'm still married to the same guy. My children don't hate me.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.

A man's own conscience is his sole tribunal, and he should care no more for that phantom "opinion" than he should fear meeting a ghost if he crossed the churchyard at dark.

Programs must be written for people to read, and only incidentally for machines to execute.

I suppose it's everyone's fate to be reduced to quaintness by those younger than themselves.

Philosophy is overwhelmingly complicated, its procedure depressingly slow.

Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.