“I write to understand as much as to be understood.”

Once you bring life into the world, you must protect it. We must protect it by changing the world.

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Indifference creates evil. Hatred is evil itself. Indifference is what allows evil to be strong, what gives it power.

What is man? Hope turned to dust. No. What is man? Dust turned to hope.

In order to fly, you have to give up the ground you are standing on.

Just as man cannot live without dreams, he cannot live without hope. If dreams reflect the past, hope summons the future.

Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty.

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

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

What hurts the victim most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander.

Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the happiness and humanity of the human being.

Every single human being is a unique human being. And, therefore, it’s so criminal to do something to that human being, because he or she represents humanity.

All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them. No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.

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.

Love is so blind, it feels right when it’s wrong.

Sometimes I feel like crying, tears of happiness, tears of joy, to see the distance we’ve come and the progress we’ve made.

When I look at narcissism through the vulnerability lens, I see the shame-based fear of being ordinary. I see the fear of never feeling extraordinary enough to be noticed, to be lovable, to belong, or to cultivate a sense of purpose.

I feel a moral obligation to speak out at this key moment in human history – it is a moment for action.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.

I always like going South; somehow, it feels like going downhill.

You have to go with your gut sometimes, and how you feel.

Nobody can understand what you’re feeling unless they burn the way you burned.