For me, every hour is grace.

It always hurts when you lose a secret.

Personally, as a student who loves words, who loves texts, I am concerned with finding something in the text from within.

Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to life as long as God himself

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

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

I never compared Nazis into communism, but communism was the same thing, the end justifies the means. Whatever the means.