Often I say to myself "Really, what are we doing on this planet?" We are passing the message as well as we can, communicating our fears, our hopes ... Day in day out, week after week and year after year, people kill each other.

I told him that I did not believe that they could burn people in our age, that humanity would never tolerate it . . .

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

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

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

I wanted to come back to Sighet to tell you the story of my death. So that you could prepare yourselves while there was still time. To live? I don't attach any importance to my life any more. I'm alone. No, I wanted to come back, and to warn you. And see how it is, no one will listen to me.

My students are very special. They are my source of pride, my source of joy, my source of hope. I am terribly fond of my students.