I feel very close to French culture and to the French humanism, which occasionally one finds, even in the highest places. And therefore, all of my books have been written in French.

My anger rises up within faith and not outside it.

I was there when God was put on trial....At the end of the trial, they used the word chayav, rather than 'guilty'. It means 'He owes us something'. Then we went to pray.

Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.

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

The act of writing is for me often nothing more than the secret or conscious desire to carve words on a tombstone: to the memory of a town forever vanished, to the memory of a childhood in exile, to the memory of all those I loved and who, before I could tell them I loved them, went away.

Only the guilty are guilty: the children of killers are not killers, but children.