War is like night, she said. It covers everything.
My faceless neighbor spoke up:Don’t be deluded. Hitler has made it clear that he will annihilate all Jews before the clock strikes twelve.I exploded:What do you care what he said? Would you want us to...
I was the accuser, God the accused.
It all happened so fast. The ghetto. The deportation. The sealed cattle car. The fiery altar upon which the history of our people and the future of mankind were meant to be sacrificed.
What is the difference between Jew and Christians? We all await the Messiah. You believe He has already come and gone, while we do not. I therefore propose that we await Him together. And when He appe...
Religion is a very personal thing for me. Religion has its good moments and its poor moments.
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason.
You're at the bottom of the mountain. May you climb up without suffering.
We know that every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them.
Next to him lay his violin, trampled, an eerily poignant little corpse.
True enemies aren't always the ones who hate each other.
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.
Human beings should be held accountable. Leave God alone. He has enough problems.
Religion is not man's relationship to God, it is man's relationship to man.
I'm a teacher and a writer; my life is words. When I see the denigration of language, it hurts me, and it's easy to denigrate a word by trivializing it.
We have to go into the despair and go beyond it, by working and doing for somebody else, by using it for something else.
YOM KIPPUR. The Day of Atonement. Should we fast? The question was hotly debated. To fast could mean a more certain, more rapid death. In this place, we were always fasting. It was Yom Kippur year-rou...
Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathi...