We must choose between the violence of adults and the smiles of children.

The deeper the nostalgia and the more complete the fear, the purer, the richer the word and the secret.

My teachers [ had the most impact in my life]. Of course, my father and grandfather, but after my family, my teachers.

What hurts the victim most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander.

There are so many who know more than I do, who understand the world better than I do. I would be truly learned, a great scholar, if only I could retain everything I've learned from those I have known. But then would I still be me? And isn't all that only words? Words grow old, too; they change their meaning and their usage. They get sick just as we do; they die of their wounds and then they are relegated to the dust of dictionaries. And where am I in all this?

I was convinced that hatred among nations and among people perished in Auschwitz. It didn't. The victims died but the haters are still here.

I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.