In the concentration camps, we discovered this whole universe where everyone had his place. The killer came to kill, and the victims came to die.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Some people, when they die, leave so much life behind that we wonder how they did it.
Our life is made by the death of others.
I thought I had a clear picture of death, but now I know it's a mystery and it will always be a mystery, although it is something we all have in common: everybody knows that life ends with death.
At the end of our lives, we step across the threshold or death and enter into a new and better world. I believe that. It's just that simple.
For thousands of years, we did have death surrounding us, and we did have people die in the home. You would take care of your own end. You would do ritual processes, and you would be involved in it, and that's been taken away in the Western world.
The sad and horrible conclusion is that no one cared that Jews were being murdered... This is the Jewish lesson of the Holocaust and this is the lesson which Auschwitz taught us.
Our house was bombed, and the roof fell in. We were sitting under the stairs of the basement, and we were quite safe, but it brought home the realization. In two nights 400 people were killed in small town.
The function of the killer and watching him - whatever that says about the world in which we live - it was always more about that world than it was about the actual watching.
No one is ever really dead unless we find the body.
In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.