I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker - a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show. Just imagine what would happen if all eight of us were to feel sorry for ourselves or walk around with the discontent clearly visible on our faces. Where would that get us?

We're not the only people that have had to suffer, there have always been people that've had to.

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

Our many Jewish friends and acquaintances are being taken away in droves. The Gestapo is treating them very roughly and transporting them in cattle cars to Westerbork, the big camp in Drenthe to which they're sending all the Jews....If it's that bad in Holland, what must it be like in those faraway and uncivilized places where the Germans are sending them? We assume that most of them are being murdered. The English radio says they're being gassed.