Dr. Goebbels had a dream of producing the pageant annually in Warsaw after the war, of letting the ruins of the ghetto stand forever as a setting for it.
'There would be Jews in the pageant?' I asked him.
'Certainly' he said, 'thousands of them.'
'May I ask, sir,' I said, 'where you expect to find any Jews after the war?'

Have you ever seen anyone die of bubonic plague?"
"That unhappiness has not been mine."
"The lymph glands in the groin and the armpits swell to the size of grapefruit."
"I can well believe it."
"After death, the body turns black – only black man doesn’t blaken.