Some stories are true that never happened.

I was 15, not 14, when I was inside there [Auschwitz], 15, and for me both were actually a surprise.

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

From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

If the victims are my problem, the killers are yours.

Josiah has a tremendous reputation in the text. He rediscovered the Book of the Law; you remember how Hilkiah the High Priest somehow found it [2 Kings 22:8].

Oh, it is not death that frightens me, but the impossibility of imparting some meaning to my past.