I do not believe in collective guilt.

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.

Words can be turned into spears. They can be turned into prayers. It's a strange world that you are in. But you deal with words.

Because I survived, I must do everything possible to help others.

If there is a single theme that dominates all my writings, all my obsessions, it is that of memory-because I fear forgetfulness as much as hatred and death.

A word is worth a thousand pictures.