every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer . . .

Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words

How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?

Naturally, the human being wants to forget pain.

I do not believe in collective guilt.

A word is worth a thousand pictures.

The only way for us to help ourselves is to help others and to listen to each other's stories.