His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.