I wrote my first book, I published it in 1955, it was in Yiddish and it was called And The World Was Silent.

I respect scholarship. But I don't like to do things half-heartedly.

Memory feeds a culture, nourishes hope and makes a human, human.

I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.

Mankind needs peace more than ever, for our entire planet, threatened by nuclear war, is in danger of total destruction. A destruction only man can provoke, only man can prevent.

I describe incidents which may or may not have happened but which are true.

Each man was his own executioner and his own victim.