You must have, if socialism was to succeed, a socialism with lots of democratic elements in it.

I certainly hoped that in the Eastern part of Germany, what was just beginning to be called the German Democratic Republic, you would develop a system of socialism with freedom and democracy.

I was in psychological warfare in World War II, so I know psychological warfare when I see it.

The Wall was the actual symbol of a defeat, of inferiority.

If you live in a system that is suppressive, you don't walk upright, you always go with your head down.

Show me one place where a whole government is concerned with a book of a writer and is concerned enough to suppress it.

A great number of people in the East German parts had been Nazis, so the change of mind was not altogether there.

A foreman in the East wouldn't know how many workers he would have the next day, because part of his working force had left the system to go to West Germany.

We certainly hoped perestroika would win out and that there would be changes. We knew all along that socialism could flourish only with a certain amount of freedom and democracy.

Even in West Germany in the beginning, people wanted a kind of socialism.

I not only saw the possibility of nuclear war, I feared it very much. If they started a military conflagration, it would automatically lead to nuclear warfare.

We preferred our own way of living. We were no expense to the government. All we wanted was peace and to be left alone.

Even Hitchcock liked to think of himself as a puppeteer who was manipulating the strings of his audience and making them jump. He liked to think he had that kind of control.

I'm endlessly amazed by what people are capable of, and incapable of.

You want to write a sentence as clean as a bone. That is the goal.

People say that money is not the key to happiness, but I always figured if you have enough money, you can have a key made.

When faith lays hold, impossibilities must yield.

If thou wilt fly from God, the devil will lend thee both spurs and a horse.

He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.

There is no great sport in having bullets flying about one in every direction, but I find they have less horror when among them than when in anticipation.

The first chess book that I read was Dufresne's self-tutor, published with Lasker's Common Sense in Chess as an appendix.