Every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them.

Oh, it is not death that frightens me, but the impossibility of imparting some meaning to my past.

In Jewish history there are no coincidences.

When our center is strong, everything else is secondary.

Take the story of Cain and Abel. Why were we given that story? Scientifically, you may have an explanation for it, but I'm not approaching it from the scientific point of view. I'm saying: Why do we need that? It's a sordid story, a depressing story, a dark story. Why should I believe that I'm a descendant of either Cain or Abel? Thank God there is a third son! [Genesis 4:25]

I was convinced that hatred among nations and among people perished in Auschwitz. It didn't. The victims died but the haters are still here.

Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.