I'm not a political person, and their ambitions are not mine. They want power. I don't want power.

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.

I came to the conclusion that I am free to choose my own suffering. But I am not free to consent to someone else's suffering.

I have learned two lessons in my life: first, there are no sufficient literary, psychological, or historical answers to human tragedy, only moral ones. Second, just as despair can come to one another only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light and encourage compassion. That it is possible to feel free inside a prison. That even in exile, friendship exists and can become an anchor. That one instant before dying, man is still immortal.

When I see a child who is hungry, I see a person who is humiliated.

Once upon a time refugee meant somebody who has a refuge, found a place, a haven where he could find refuge.