Paris: city of encounters, of furtive and painful discoveries. All isms converge there, including the anti-isms, all the revolutionaries too, including the counterrevolutionaries .
Elie WieselBread, 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.
Elie WieselHe explained to me with great insistence that every question posessed a power that did not lie in the answer.
Elie Wiesel