At Auschwitz, not only man died, but also the idea of man. To live in a world where there is nothing anymore, where the executioner acts as god, as judge-many wanted no part of it. It was its own heart the world incinerated at Auschwitz.

I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.

How can a human being be illegal?

Not to remember is not an option.

When I began teaching you hardly could find a university in America or a college where they would teach either Jewish studies or Holocaust studies.

The impact of the holocaust on believers as well as unbelievers, on Jews as well as Christians, has not yet been evaluated. Not deeply, not enough.

Life is not a fist. Life is an open hand waiting for some other hand to enter it.