Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
If you take two steps towards God,' he used to tell me, 'God runs to you!
Religion is more than rite and ritual.
Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?
You can get used to anything - haven't I already said that? Isn't that what all survivors say?