Why do you pray? he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?I don't know why, I said, even more disturbed and ill at ease. I don't know why.Afte...
This was it; the end of the road. A silent death, suffocation. No way to scream, to call for help.
There are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity. I say to myself: it's raini...
Then the train resumed its journey, leaving in its wake, in a snowy field in Poland, hundreds of naked orphans without a tomb.
Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately.
Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed....Never shall I forget those moments which murdered m...
Men to the left! Women to the right!Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight simple, short words. Yet that was the moment when I left my mother.
Man’s strength resides in his capacity and desire to elevate himself, so as to attain the good. To travel step by step toward the heights. And that is all he can do. To reach heaven and remain there i...
Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious than any other.
He explained to me with great insistence that every question posessed a power that did not lie in the answer.
Even torture that is only verbal reinforce the power of the torturer: The prisoner's imagination leads him to dread the next round of interrogations. And when it happens, the feeling of inferiority be...
Even in darkness it is possible to create light and encourage compassion. That it is possible to feel free inside a prison. That even in exile, friendship exists and can become an anchor. That one ins...
But because of his telling, many who did not believe have come to believe, and some who did not care have come to care. He tells the story, out of infinite pain, partly to honor the dead, but also to...
Both the Jewish people and the Palestinian people have lost too many sons and daughters and have shed too much blood. This must stop, and all attempts to stop it must be encouraged.
A mn ages hs enemy because he hates his own hate. He says to himself: I hate him not because he's my enemy, not because he hates me, but because he arouses me to hate.
Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.
Torture is the act of making someone die a slow death, making the prisoner die several times.
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else’s death.
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.