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

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.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

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

In any case, he had bungled his life. Bad husband, bad father, bad lover: failure all along the line . . . All the springs were broken. No more light anywhere . . . Everything he had tried to build had fallen apart. The little good he had done had resulted in fiasco. Whose fault could it be other than his own? . . . And anyone will tell you that if God Himself cannot undo what happened, still less can man.