Night. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

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.

Never shall I forget that first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, ... Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night.

I was very, very religious. And of course I wrote about it in 'Night.' I questioned God's silence. So I questioned. I don't have an answer for that. Does it mean that I stopped having faith? No. I have faith, but I question it.

Religion is a very personal thing for me. Religion has its good moments and its poor moments.