“Bite your lips, little brother…Don’t cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now…Wait. Clench your teeth and wait.”

In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.

Emphasis must be put on learning: there is no substitute to education. It can be briefly formulated in a few words: always, whatever you do in life, think higher and feel deeper.

I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.

I write to understand as much as to be understood.

My faith is a wounded faith, but my life is not without faith. I didn’t divorce God, but I’m quarrelling and arguing and questioning, it’s a wounded faith.

To forget a Holocaust is to kill twice.

Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.

A Jew must be sensitive to the pain of all human beings. A Jew cannot remain indifferent to human suffering… The mission of the Jewish people has never been to make the world more Jewish, but to make it more human.

Every moment is a new beginning.

No human being is illegal. That is a contradiction in terms. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful, they can be fat or skinny, they can be right or wrong, but illegal? How can a human being be illegal?

I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.

You’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.

The most important question a human being has to face. What is it? The question, Why are we here?

In the beginning there was faith – which is childish; trust – which is vain; and illusion – which is dangerous.

For the dead and the living, we must bear witness. Not only are we responsible for the memories of the dead, we are responsible for what we do with those memories

An indifference to suffering makes humans inhuman

Being angry and resentful of someone is like letting them live rent-free in your head.

Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.

I get a little heated when I talk about the past. But I wanted to be clear – I’m not mad at anybody – not anymore.

Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.

Anger is my biggest enemy in life.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

I feel anger and I feel understanding. It’s a difficult position to be in.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.