We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.
Nobody asked anyone for help. One died because one had to. No point in making trouble.
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.
How was one to rehabilitate and transform words betrayed and perverted by the enemy?
How much longer would our lives be lived from one last night to the next?
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...
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.
For me, every hour is grace. And I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and look at his or her smile.
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.
The torturer scores a victory over his victim when the latter, in the grip of doubt, begins to torture himself.
Torture is the act of making someone die a slow death, making the prisoner die several times.
To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time. SOMETIMES
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Thoughts arise in the hostage's tormented brain. In the hospital, patients feel they are returning to childhood; in prison, they age. The gods blind themselves.
Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else’s death.
Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deepe...