Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.

In the concentration camps, we discovered this whole universe where everyone had his place. The killer came to kill, and the victims came to die.

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

My approach is not a scientific approach. For that, we have greater minds than mine. My approach is: I am in the possession of a text, it has survived so many centuries, and it is my task, my pleasure, to try to decipher it and find all the things that have been said about these few words by generations and generations of commentators. That is what I'm doing. I don't innovate anything. I'm just repeating.

The more we know, the more pain we have. But because we are human beings, this must be. Otherwise we become objects rather than subjects.

It's not only America. Terrorism now is a threat to the whole world.

What is man? Ally of God or simply his toy? His triumph or his fall?