Brianna Hale

“On these cold, unfriendly streets I found a flower, and I plucked it. I will have this one pleasure, this girl whose final surrender was that of a queen in battle.”
― Brianna Hale, Midnight Hunter

“A silky, self-satisfied voice murmurs, “Guten Abend, Fräulein Daumler. You are out very late.” I recognize the aquiline nose and clean-shaven jaw of der Mitternachtsjäger and fear threads me like a needle. He glances at his wristwatch and smiles a cold, cruel smile. “Why, I see it’s nearly midnight.”
― Brianna Hale, Midnight Hunter

“These days I keep noticing how my feelings towards men - and the feelings of all the other women - are changing. We feel sorry for them; they seem so miserable and powerless. The weaker sex. Deep down we women are experiencing a kind of collective disappointment. The Nazi world - ruled by men, glorifying the strong man - is beginning to crumble, and with it the myth of "Man". In earlier wars men could claim that the privilege of killing and being killed for the fatherland was theirs and theirs alone. Today, we women, too, have a share. That has transformed us, emboldened us. Among the many defeats at the end of this war is the defeat of the male sex.”
― Marta Hillers, A Woman in Berlin: Eight Weeks in the Conquered City: A Diary

“I couldn't help thinking how good I'd had it, until now - the fact that love had always been a pleasure and never a pain. I had never been forced, nor had I ever had to force myself. Everything had been good the way it was.”
― Anonymous, A Woman in Berlin: Eight Weeks in the Conquered City: A Diary