Heinrich Heine, who had once watched his own books burn, had written, “Where they burn books, they will also ultimately burn people.

How could an Austrian be allowed to decide what was or was not German? Hitler’s.

He who dares not to choose his path will end as the stair upon which the powerful tread.

They’d screamed for change until their voices were hoarse, and they’d gotten the change they’d clamored for. But what happened when that change wasn’t for the better? He.

All discussion between students and professors has become completely meaningless, since no one dares to state their opinion anymore. People hardly dare describe what they have in their lunch box.

He couldn’t help but notice the large birthmark stretching across one cheek, from her ear down to her chin.

I’m glad I’m no longer teaching, because nowadays the teachers are told what they must teach the children. All.

Everyone seemed to just accept what was happening. The eradication of the individual, the reduction of the people to a faceless gray mass shouting “heil” on command.

If the citizenry is too intelligent, they’ll just burn their books.

His experience was that people were divided into six groups, and everyone belonged to one of them, whether they realized it or not. There were the fanatics, the supporters, the opportunists, the fearful, the doubters, and the resisters. The final two categories were thinning in number, unfortunately. More and more of them would soon be categorized among the fearful or the detained resisters. He thought of a seventh group: the dead.