Listen to me, kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every many for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even you father. In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone. Let me give you good advice: stop giving your ration of bread and soup to your old father. You cannot help him anymore. And you are hurting yourself. In fact, you should be getting his rations.

I had my religious crisis after the war, not during the war.

I rarely speak about God. To God yes. I protest against Him. I shout at Him. But open discourse about the qualities of God, about the problems that God imposes, theodicy, no. And yet He is there, in silence, in filigree.

I think [teacher] is the noblest profession.

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.

There is one right I would not grant anyone. And that is the right to be indifferent.

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