Naturally, the human being wants to forget pain.
Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming.
You know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.
That I survived the Holocaust and went on to love beautiful girls, to talk, to write, to have toast and tea and live my life - that is what is abnormal.
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
Refugee today means somebody who has no home. No homeland. No security. No government to protect him or her. And it is of course one feels not only uprooted, one feels useless. One feels always surrounded by hostile forces. Arousing suspicion.