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.
Listen to me, kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every many for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even you father. In this place, there is no such...
I had many things to say, I did not have the words to say them. Painfully aware of my limitations, I watched helplessly and language became an obstacle. It became clear that it would be necessary to i...
Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere.
Have faith in life, a thousand times faith. By driving out despair, you will move away from death.
Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.
A man can laugh while he suffers.
In any society, fanatics who hate don't hate only me - they hate you, too. They hate everybody.
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...
When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or poli...
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...
Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately.
Not all games are innocent. Some come dangerously close to cruelty.
I knew that I was no longer arguing with him but with Death itself, with Death that he had already chosen.
How was one to rehabilitate and transform words betrayed and perverted by the enemy?
His last word had been my name. A summons. And I had not responded.
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...
All my life, until today, I have been content to ask questions. All the while knowing that the real questions, those that concern the creator and his creation, have no answers. I'll go even farther an...
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.