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Real hunger is when one man regards another man as something to eat.
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Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth – that's the way home. Neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves – that's youth and that's love. Neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night – so the rope, paper, knife.
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I risked my life to save lives. I'm not looking for glory. I just want people to know the truth about what happened.
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I smile and I think that one human being must always be discovering another - through love. And that this is the most important thing on earth, and the most lasting.
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Between two throw-ins in a soccer game, right behind my back, three thousand people had been put to death.
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The world is ruled by power and power is obtained by money.
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What a curious power words have.
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And I think about my cell at the Pawiak prison. During the first week I felt I would not be able to endure a day without a book, without the circle of light under the parafin lamp in the evening, without a sheet of paper, without you. . . .
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There can be no beauty if it is paid for by human injustice, nor truth that passes over injustice in silence, nor moral virtue that condones it.
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A man has only a limited number of ways in which he can express strong emotions or violent passions. He uses the same gestures as when what he feels is only petty and unimportant. He utters the same ordinary words.
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It is the camp law: people going to their death must be deceived to the very end. This is the only permissible form of charity.