Best 11 quotes of Philip Kerr on MyQuotes

Ali sada brzam. Priče imaju početak, trebale bi čak imati i sredinu, ali nikad nisam siguran imaju li priče kao što je ova doista i kraj; barem ga neće biti dok se god osjećam ovako zbog žene koju nisam Vidio, niti dodirnuo, niti govorio s njom već tisuću godina.

Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.

But nothing surprises me now. I’ve grown used to living in a world that is out of joint, as if it has been struck by an enormous earthquake so that the roads are no longer flat, nor the building straight.

Dalia picked up her negligee. She didn't need my help, it wasn't very heavy.

He was as obsequious as a Japanese ivy plant. Wringing his hands as if he hoped to squeeze the milk of human kindness from his fingernails, ...

I'd been alone for so long that I started talking to the radio. At least I assumed that's where the voices were coming from. In the country that produced Luther, Nietzsche, and Adolf Hitler, you can never be absolutely sure about these things.

I made an appointment to see him and then ordered another beer. While I was drinking it I did some doodling on a piece of paper, the algebraic kind that you hope will help you think more clearly. When I finished doing that, I was more confused than ever. Algebra was never my strong subject.

It was typical of the Nazis that they should call a spade an agrarian implement.

The colonel stood up. “I hope you enjoy your trip to Uruguay. Its government is stable, democratic, and politically mature. There’s even a welfare state. Of course, the people are entirely European in origin. I believe they exterminated all the Indians. As a German, you should feel very much at home there.

The thought of suicide is a real comfort to me. Sometimes it's the only way I can get through a sleepless night. On such a night - and there were plenty of them - I used to dismantle my Walther automatic pistol and meticulously oil the metal jigsaw of pieces. I'd seen too many misfires for the want of a well-oiled gun, and too many suicides gone badly wrong because a bullet entered a man's skull at an acute angle. I would even unload the tiny staircase that was the single-stack magazine and polish each bullet, lining them up in a rank like neat little brass soldiers before selecting the cleanest and the brightest and the keenest to please to sit on top of the rest. I wanted only the best of them to blast a hole in the wall of the prison cell that was my thick skull, and then bore a tunnel through the grey coils of despond that were my brain.

Youth is no longer wasted on the young because it's wasted on the war instead.