Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.

Father raised his glass one last time and we repeated after him: "Next year in Jerusalem." None of us could know that this was our last Passover meal as a family.

The criminal is not alone when he returns to the scene of the crime; he is joined there by his victim, and both are driven by the same curiosity: to relive that moment which stamped past and future for each.

Man, by definition, is born a stranger: coming from nowhere, he is thrust into an alien world which existed before him-a world which didn't need him. And which will survive him.

If God exists, how can we lay claim to freedom, since He is its beginning and its end?

It is by his freedom that a man knows himself, by his sovereignty over his own life that a man measures himself.

The only place where I felt at home, on familiar ground, was the Jewish cemetery. And yet I had never set foot in it before. Children had been forbidden to enter.

I have learned the guilt of indifference. The opposite of love is not hate but indifference.

The impact of the holocaust on believers as well as unbelievers, on Jews as well as Christians, has not yet been evaluated. Not deeply, not enough.

Do you know what laughter is? I'll tell you. It's God's mistake. When God made man in order to bend him to his wishes he carelessly gave him the gift of laughter.