“Adolf Hitler may have been wrong all down the line, but one thing is beyond dispute: the man was able to work his way up from lance corporal in the German Army to Führer of a people of almost 80 million. His success alone proved that I should subordinate myself to this man.”

Your time will come to follow me Jew

Repentance is for little children.

I will leap into my grave laughing because the feeling that I have five million human beings on my conscience is for me a source of extraordinary satisfaction.

I am certain, however, that those responsible for the murder of millions of Germans will never be brought to justice.

From my childhood, obedience was something I could not get out of my system. When I entered the armed service at the age of twenty-seven, I found being obedient not a bit more difficult than it had been during my life to that point. It was unthinkable that I would not follow orders.

Long live Germany. Long live Austria. Long live Argentina. These are the countries with which I have been most closely associated and I shall not forget them. I had to obey the rules of war and my flag. I am ready.

I never did anything, great or small, without obtaining in advance express instructions from Adolf Hitler or any of my superiors.

I was one of the many horses pulling the wagon and couldn’t escape left or right because of the will of the driver.

My political sentiments inclined toward the left and emphasized the socialist aspects every bit as much as nationalist ones.

To sum it all up, I must say that I regret nothing.

Now that I look back, I realize that a life predicated on being obedient is a very comfortable life indeed. Living in such a way reduces to a minimum one’s own need to think.

If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn’t make your house look any better.

You always have to remember that bullies want to bring you down because you have something that they admire.

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.

I would sit down with a guitar and write 11 or 12 good songs for an album and that is gonna take a long time.

I’m more of a cringer at first and when it is years down the road and out of my way, I can actually appreciate it somehow.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

I don’t believe in dying. It’s been done. I’m working on a new exit. Besides, I can’t die now – I’m booked.

I have osteoarthritis so bad… I can walk up a hill; I just can’t walk down one.