I remember those faces of people who were good I saw that. I saw a father who gave his bread to his son and his son gave back the bread to his father. That, to me, was such a defeat of the enemies, will of the enemies, theories of the enemies, aspirations, here [in Auschwitz].

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.

Whether every story that's there [in the Bible] is a historic truth ... Again, I'm not concerned.

For me, every hour is grace.

I never compared Nazis into communism, but communism was the same thing, the end justifies the means. Whatever the means.

For me, every hour is grace. And I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and look at his or her smile.

The philosophers are wrong: it is not words that kill, it is silence.