Elie
Wiesel - Night
"Never shall I forget that
night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night,
seven times cursed and seven times sealed. 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. Never shall I forget
those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that
nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned
my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to
live as long as God Himself. Never."
