Just to be clear, sir, you’re punishing me on the suspicion I may have taken something, the very existence of which you denied, something that, if it did exist, would rightfully belong to me anyway.
The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends upon it.
Three weeks in Holland and the guys are already calling him foxhole Norman.
You probably heard we ain’t in the prisoner-takin’ business; we in the killin’ Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin’. - Inglourious Basterds (2009)
If you could wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for… and deserved. Which ever since I’ve… ever since I’ve always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I’d like to think this isn’t weakness or… evasion… but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.