In the word question, there is a beautiful word - quest. I love that word.
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.
A man can laugh while he suffers.
You know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.
To forget a Holocaust is to kill twice
Because I survived, I must do everything possible to help others.