The worst is, I remain so stone cold. Does this war make you an 'alive-dead person'? Is it not possible to remain yourself in this chaos? How long still?

I would stand there at times and remember how beautiful God created this world, and then I would be reassured that he would certainly take care of me and all of my loved ones.

By the end of the war, I could pick out Jewish people almost as if I had a sixth sense about it, even if they had blue eyes and blond hair. I would have been a very valuable Gestapo person.

I had no real communication with anyone at the time, so I was totally dependent on God. And he never failed me.

I felt peace, even though I was still scared to death. I thought that, whatever would happen to me - I could still be killed. I didn't know - and in what I'd already been through, God was in control.

To me it was real war and my life was at stake, and I believe that all those clandestine spy games we played as children helped when the Occupation came.

All during that prison time I really lived by prayer. Be in prayer always, we're told, and back then I was.

But miracles still happen, even if we don't think they do.

After the prayer they executed an armed robbery. That sounds very strange this many years later: prayer and then armed robbery.

I'm sorry to say it, but it was hard on me to see life continue all around.

The sound of natural things was wonderful to us. In the middle of all the suffering, it seemed pure, untouched.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

When we make a choice today, we are deciding who we will be tomorrow.

Education is essential to change, for education creates both new wants and the ability to satisfy them.

My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde. Now I just have mood hair.

Each time anyone comes in contact with us, they must become different and better people because of having met us. We must radiate God's love.

The Nobel Prize has given me, for the first time in my life, the feeling that my literature could be appreciated on an international level.

The second noble truth says that this resistance is the...mechanism of what we call ego, that resisting life causes suffering.

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.

My brother and I had saved $15,000 by working many years nailing fruit crates together.

Even when something does not go my way, I get up and fight, that is what keeps me going.