I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner, who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially...

Real hunger is when one man regards another man as something to eat.

It is the camp law: people going to their death must be deceived to the very end.

For a moment David was tempted to think that perhaps there were no good people at all outside concentration camps, but then he reminded himself of the sailor and Angelo and the English people who...

Taran. We go down fighting.

It’s not unreal to me yet, though it might get that way soon. It still feels very real. And not even horrible — the dead are just the dead. I am convinced that the living...

You know, it set you at war with yourself.

Julie would have died there.