Some stories are true that never happened.

The criminal is not alone when he returns to the scene of the crime; he is joined there by his victim, and both are driven by the same curiosity: to relive that moment which stamped past and future for each.

The opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes were open and I was alone - terribly alone in a world without God and without (hu)man(ity).

Only the guilty are guilty: the children of killers are not killers, but children.

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

The only way for us to help ourselves is to help others and to listen to each other's stories.