A couple of memorable passages from the two books that I have been reading:

From Maus, by Art Spiegelman:
"That spring, on one day, the Germans took from Srodula to Auschwitz over 1,000 people. Most they took were kids - some only 2 or 3 years. Some kids were screaming and screaming. They couldn't stop. So the Germans swinged them by the legs against a wall... And they never anymore screamed." [Complete with a brutal illustration...]

And from Perfume, by Patrick Suskind:
"He came down with a high fever, which for the first few days was accompanied by heavy sweats, but which later, as if the pores of his skin were no longer enough, produced countless pustules. Grenouille's body was strewn with reddish blisters. Many of them popped open, releasing their watery contents, only to fill up again. Others grew into true boils, swelling up thick and red and then erupting like craters, spewing viscous pus and blood streaked with yellow. In time, with his hundreds of ulcerous wounds, Grenouille looked like some martyr stoned from the inside out."

Good stuff kids, I tell ya.