There are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity. I say to myself: it's raining today and it's going to rain tomorrow and the next day, the next week and the next century.

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.

[Shirat ha-Yam ] is one of the earliest, if not the earliest, pieces of Biblical literature that we possess. It is much closer to history than later traditions of the Exodus.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light.

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow.

If we want to know history, I would think there would be every reason to.