I'll tell you what: I believe mysticism is a very serious endeavor. One must be equipped for it.

I wrote my first book, I published it in 1955, it was in Yiddish and it was called And The World Was Silent.

The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria.

I don't think I should accept other people's suffering because I suffered. Just the opposite, because I suffered I don't want others to suffer.

The darkness enveloped us. All I could hear was the violin and it was as if Juliek's soul had become the bow. He was playing his life...He played that which he would never play again.

Everybody around us was weeping. Someone began to recite Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. I don't know whether, during the history of the Jewish people, men have ever before recited Kaddish for themselves.

Human beings should be held accountable. Leave God alone. He has enough problems.