We were never taught how to give up hope, and this is why today we perish in gas chambers. I risked my life to save lives. I'm not looking for glory. I just want people to know the truth about what happened. This is the only permissible form of charity.
Real hunger is when one man regards another man as something to eat.
The name of God sounds strangely pointless, since the women and the infants will go on the trucks, every one of them, without exception. We all know what this means, and we look at each other with hate and horror. There can be no beauty if it is paid for by human injustice, nor truth that passes over injustice in silence, nor moral virtue that condones it. We run around with bowls in our hands, like highly skilled waiters. In complete silence we serve the soup, in complete silence we wrest the bowls out of hands that still try desperately to scrape up some food from the empty bottom, wanting to prolong the moment of eating, to take a last drop, to run a finger over the edge.