Prussian Blue (Bernie Gunther, #12)

by Philip Kerr

stolid

There is evil in the best of us, of course; but perhaps just a little bit more in the worst of us.

They say your children are your real future; if that was so I didn’t give much for her chances.

I daresay that in 1940 it took Hitler not much longer than a minute or two to figure out that it was simply easier to go around the back of the Maginot Line than through the front of it. It seems obvious now. Frankly, it seemed obvious then. But that’s the French for you. Adorable.

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.

lapidary

ossuary?”

Löwensenf mustard.

Sometimes that was all it took to be a real Nazi; the absolute and unscrupulous desire for preferment and promotion.

A critic I’m not, but in my humble opinion there’s no book that’s so bad that you can’t get something from it,

I’d always thought there was plenty of time to do a lot of things and yet, now I really thought about it, there had been not a moment to spare. Perhaps that was why people chose to live in a dump like Homburg in the first place: the pace of life just seems slower in a town like that, and maybe that’s the secret of a long life, to live in a place where nothing ever happens.