That I survived the Holocaust and went on to love beautiful girls, to talk, to write, to have toast and tea and live my life - that is what is abnormal.

I have to be self-conscious of what I'm trying to do with my life.

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

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.

“Life is Beautiful only for those who think Love is Beautiful”

I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.