All that the world needs most today, is combined in the most deductive manner in his art; the three great stimulants of exhausted people: brutality, artificiality, and innocence (idiocy).
I hated the brutality, the sadism, and the insanity of Nazism. I just couldn't stand by and see people destroyed. I did what I could, what I had to do, what my conscience told me I must do. That's all there is to it. Really, nothing more.
What's worse than brutality that dehumanizes women? Tolerance and indifference towards it.
Unjust use of force, strength, and brutality. Those are the forces that make me feel vulnerable.
Life without industry is guilt. Industry without Art is Brutality.
The man who is brutally honest enjoys the brutality quite as much as the honesty. Possibly more.
People who are brutally honest get more satisfaction out of the brutality than out of the honesty.
I don't think that brutality and idealism are mutually exclusive. It's a common denominator in my work - rabid idealism.
The greatest reward of this constant interrogation, confrontation with the brutality of my country, is that it has freed me from hosts and myths.
The same day I saw my first horror camp, I visited every nook and cranny. I felt it my duty to be in a position from then on to testify about these things in case there ever grew up at home the belief or assumption that the stories of Nazi brutality were just propaganda.