Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever.Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those mom...
It was a destructive novel of acquired ideas. To finally wake up in a state of creative anguish, to lose oneself in order to find oneself again, to sleep in the arms of a beautiful student whose name...
How much longer would our lives be lived from one last night to the next?
His last word had been my name. A summons. And I had not responded.
At every step, somebody fell down and ceased to suffer.
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...
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.
Ultimately, the only power to which man should aspire is that which he exercises over himself.
The torturer scores a victory over his victim when the latter, in the grip of doubt, begins to torture himself.
What are You, my God? I thought angrily. How do You compare to this stricken mass gathered to affirm to You their faith, their anger, their defiance? What does Your grandeur mean, Master of the Univer...
Usually, very early in the morning. German laborers were going to work. They would stop and look at us without surprise. One day when we had come to a stop, a worker took a piece of bread o...
To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time. SOMETIMES
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.
The witness has forced himself to testify. For the youth of today, for the children who will be born tomorrow. He does not want his past to become their future.
The silence of two people is deeper than the silence of one.
The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in mid-air, the other side of the window. Fear caught my t...
Not all games are innocent. Some come dangerously close to cruelty.
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...
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.