Next to him lay his violin, trampled, an eerily poignant little corpse.

The criminal is not alone when he returns to the scene of the crime; he is joined there by his victim, and both are driven by the same curiosity: to relive that moment which stamped past and future for each.

I don't want my past to become anyone else's future.

In the concentration camps, we discovered this whole universe where everyone had his place. The killer came to kill, and the victims came to die.

A man can laugh while he suffers.

I don't see the junk youth. I only meet students, and even those who are not formally at the university, if they come to listen to me, they come to read me, it means they are not junk students.

When has religion ever been unifying? Religion has introduced many wars in this world, enough bloodshed and violence.