“I think I can rememberbeing dead. Many times, in winter,I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him,how can I endure the earth?”

“I fear, I despair, I die and I live again through my hope. How many times have I not been dead and resuscitated? They are all here around me, men, jinns, but I do not care! If they think they can forbid me from seeing you: I shall come to you anyway!”

“When people ask me how old the Earth is, I tell them I don't know because I don't.”

“I remember he asked his father, "Can this be true? This is the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. Who would allow such crimes to be commited? How could the world remain silent?" And now the boy is turning to me. "Tell me," he asks, "what have you done with my future, what have you done with your life?" And I tell him that I have tried. That I have tried to keep memory alive, that I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget we are guilty, we are accomplices. And then I explain to him how naive we were, that the world did know and remained silent. And that is why I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.”

“Is the mask working?" she asked me."How can I tell?""If you can breath, then it's working.”

“How can I discover truth I thought and that thought led me nowhere. No one would tell me the truth.”