It was the beginning of the war. I was twelve years old, my parents were alive, and God still dwelt in our town.

The danger lies in forgetting.

Today, as yesterday, a nation is judged by its attitude towards refugees.

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love.

I think that human beings are capable of the worst things possible.

I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.

I was working as a journalist for an Israeli paper in Paris, and my salary at the highest was fifty dollars a month. At the end of the month I always had palpitations; I didn't know how to pay my rent. Even after the war, I was often hungry. But that's part of the romantic condition of a student. To be a student in Paris and not be hungry is wrong.