Status Updates From Franz Werfel: Die vierzig T...

"I'm nineteen, and shall never be twenty."

Though she had counted forty wounds, knife thrusts, bruises, contusions,
all over the body, though his back was broken, and his throat gaped with a
horrible slit in it, they had not touched his face... Not forty murderers had managed to efface his smile of delight that Dad should be lifting him in his arms again.

If I don't believe in evil, there isn't any evil in the world . . . there isn't any
death unless I believe in it. . . . Let them kill me, I shan't even notice it. . . .
Anyone who can get to that point reshapes the world out of his mind.