Night Quotes
Behind me, someone said, sighing, "What can we expect? He said. "It's war..." Pg. 4 hard copy
Open rooms everywhere. Gaping doors and windows looked out into the void. It all belonged to everyone since it no longer belonged to anyone. It was there for the taking. An open tomb.
A hot summer sun. Pg. 15 hard copy
That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. Pg. 44 iPad
NIGHT. No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was con- suming us. Were this conflagration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eyes. Pg. 46 iPad
Our nerves had reached a breaking point. Our very skin was aching. It was as though madness had infected all of us. We gave up. A few young men forced her to sit down, then bound and gagged her. Pg. 51 iPad
That evening, in the latrines, the dentist from Warsaw pulled
my crown with the help of a rusty spoon. Pg. 81 iPad
He reached the first cauldron. Hearts were pounding harder: he had succeeded. Jealousy devoured us, consumed us. We never thought to admire him. Poor hero committing suicide for a ration or two or more of s o u p ... In our minds, he was already dead. Pg. 84 iPad
We were not afraid. And yet, if a bomb had fallen on the blocks, it would have claimed hundreds of inmates' lives. But we no longer feared death, in any event not this particular death. Every bomb that hit filled us with joy, gave us renewed confidence. Pg. 85 iPad
I tried to rid myself of my invisible assassin. My whole desire to live became concentrated in my nails. I scratched, I fought for a breath of air. I tore at decaying flesh that did not respond. I could not free myself of that mass weighing down my chest. Who knows? Was I struggling with a dead man? Pg. 119 iPad
One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. 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. Pg. 140 iPad
A hot summer sun. Pg. 15 hard copy
That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. Pg. 44 iPad
NIGHT. No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was con- suming us. Were this conflagration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eyes. Pg. 46 iPad
Our nerves had reached a breaking point. Our very skin was aching. It was as though madness had infected all of us. We gave up. A few young men forced her to sit down, then bound and gagged her. Pg. 51 iPad
That evening, in the latrines, the dentist from Warsaw pulled
my crown with the help of a rusty spoon. Pg. 81 iPad
He reached the first cauldron. Hearts were pounding harder: he had succeeded. Jealousy devoured us, consumed us. We never thought to admire him. Poor hero committing suicide for a ration or two or more of s o u p ... In our minds, he was already dead. Pg. 84 iPad
We were not afraid. And yet, if a bomb had fallen on the blocks, it would have claimed hundreds of inmates' lives. But we no longer feared death, in any event not this particular death. Every bomb that hit filled us with joy, gave us renewed confidence. Pg. 85 iPad
I tried to rid myself of my invisible assassin. My whole desire to live became concentrated in my nails. I scratched, I fought for a breath of air. I tore at decaying flesh that did not respond. I could not free myself of that mass weighing down my chest. Who knows? Was I struggling with a dead man? Pg. 119 iPad
One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. 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. Pg. 140 iPad