Friedrich Schmidt Quotes

“He clutched the harmonica to his chest and cried into his pillow. He could have sworn he heard music...the Brahms...first as a child’s lullaby, then a mournful lament, and finally, a staccato march, accompanied by the ominous sound of jackboots.”

“I don’t think you understand, Friedrich. We must not only leave Trossingen. We must leave Germany.”

“From Father, and you. And even from Elisabeth. if she can jeopardize everything important in her life to save Father, shouldn’t I?”