To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Today, as yesterday, a nation is judged by its attitude towards refugees.
What is man? Ally of God or simply his toy? His triumph or his fall?
This is the role of writers: to turn their tears into a story - and perhaps into a prayer.
[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.
Holy War is a contradiction of terms.