I wanted to come back to Sighet to tell you the story of my death. So that you could prepare yourselves while there was still time. To live? I don't attach any importance to my life any more. I'm alone. No, I wanted to come back, and to warn you. And see how it is, no one will listen to me.

Life is really fascinated only by death. It vibrates only when it comes in contact with death.

The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

But because of his telling, many who did not believe have come to believe, and some who did not care have come to care. He tells the story, out of infinite pain, partly to honor the dead, but also to warn the living - to warn the living that it could happen again and that it must never happen again. Better than one heart be broken a thousand times in the retelling, he has decided, if it means that a thousand other hearts need not be broken at all. (vi)

Every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them.