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"A terrible thought crossed my mind: What if he wanted to be rid of his father? He had felt his father growing weaker and, believing that the end was near, had thought by this separation to free himself of a burden that could diminish his own chance for survival." Page 91

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"What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent." Page 39

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"At first, my father simply doubled over under the blows, but then he seemed to break in two like an old tree struck by lightning. I had watched it all happening without moving. I kept silent. In fact, I thought of stealing away in order not to suffer the blows." Page 54

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"A silent death, suffocation. No way to scream, to call for help." Page 94

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"I had no right to let myself die." Page 87

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"I can't anymore... It's over... I shall die right here..." Page 105

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"A piece fell into our wagon. I decided not to move. Anyway, I knew that I would not be strong enough to fight off dozens of violent men!" Page 101

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"A small red flame... A shot... Death enveloped me, it suffocated me. It stuck to me like glue." Page 86

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"'I…I' m afraid…They'll break…my violin … I … I brought it with me.'" Page 94

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"As for me, I was thinking not about death but about not wanting to be separated from my father." Page 82

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"These words, coming from the grave, as it were, from a faceless shape, filled me with terror." Page 78

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"We remained standing in the Appelplatz for a long time, unable to detach ourselves from this surreal moment. Then came the time to go to sleep, and slowly the inmates returned to their blocks. I thought I heard them wishing each other a Happy New Year!" Page 68

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"'We mustn't give up hope, even now as the sword hangs over our heads. So taught our s a g e s …'" Page 31

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"At six o'clock the bell rang. The death knell.The funeral. The procession was beginning its march." Page 84

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"My hand tightened its grip on my father. All I could think of was not to lose him. Not to remain alone." Page 30

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"She received several blows to the head, blows that could have been lethal. Her son was clinging desperately to her, not uttering a word. He was no longer crying." Page 26

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"Where is God's mercy? Where's God? How can I believe, how can anyone believe in this God of mercy?" Page 77

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"The Kapo wanted to blindfold the youth, but he refused... He was about to signal his aides to pull the chair from under the young man's feet when the latter shouted, in a strong and calm voice: 'Long live liberty! My curse on Germany! My curse! My—'" Page 62

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" He collapsed. But his fist was still clutching a small crust. He wanted to raise it to his mouth. But the other threw himself on him. The olf man mumbled something, groaned and died. No body cared. His son searched him, took the crust of bread, and began to devour it." Page 101

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"The officer wielded his club and and dealt him a violent blow to the head. I didn't move. I was afraid, my body was afraid of another blow, this time to my head." Page 111

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"I spent my days in total idleness. With only one desire; to eat. I no longer thought of my father, or my mother. From time to time , I would dream. But only about soup, an extra ration of soup." Page 113

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"Too late to save your old father... You could have two rations of bread, two rations of soup..." Page 111

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"Since my fathers death, nothing mattered to me anymore." Page 113

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"Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes." Page 34

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"From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me." Page 115

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"For a ration of bread I was able to exchange cots to be next to my father." Page 108

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"Why should I sanctify His name? The Almighty, the eternal and terrible Master of the Universe, chose to be silent. What was there to thank Him for?" Page 33

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"I don't know how long he played. I was overcome by sleep. When I awoke at daybreak, I saw Juliek facing me, hunched over, dead. Next to him lay his violin, trampled, an eerily poignant little corpse." Page 95

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"Yisgadal, veyiskadash, shmey raba... May His name be celebrated and sanctified..." Page 33

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"My soul had been invaded-and  devoured-by a black flame." Page 37

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"Listen to me, kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every man for himself, and you can not think of others. Not even your father." Page 110

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"Oh God, Master of the Universe, in your infinite compassion, have mercy on us..." Page 20

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"All of creation bears witness to the Greatness of God!" Page 68

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"He threw himself on me like a wild beast, beating me in the chest, on my head, throwing me to the ground and picking me up again, crushing me with ever more violent blows, until I was covered in blood... I felt a cool hand wiping the blood from my forehead. It was the French girl." Page 53

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"For God's sake, where is God?" Page 65

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"Where is merciful God, where is He?" Page 64

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"We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark from the Shekhinah's flame." Page xi

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"Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live." Page 34

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"Suddenly the Blockälteste remembered that we had forgotten to clean the block. He commanded four prisoners to mop the floor…One hour before leaving camp! Why? For whom?" Page 84

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"In the beginning there was faith- which is childish; trust- which is vain; and illusion- which is dangerous." Page x