Quotes from Thomas Keneally

In this city he kept house with his German mistress and maintained a long affair with his Polish secretary.

We do not forget the sorrows of Egypt, we do not forget Haman, we do not forget Hitler. Thus, among the unjust, we do not forget the just. Remember Oskar Schindler.

The urge to throw up his excellent breakfast was, he sensed, to be suppressed, for he suspected it meant that all his cunning body was doing was making room to digest the horrors of Kraksua Street.

Righteous Person, this title being a peculiarly Israeli honor based on an ancient tribal assumption that in the mass of Gentiles, the God of Israel would always provide a leavening of just men.

He was hissed on the streets of Frankfurt, stones were thrown, a group of workmen jeered him and called out that he ought to have been burned with the Jews.

And so she went on, galloping through thickets of diphthongs, searching—I was sure—for the sound that would not disgrace her husband, and failing at every turn.

quien salva la vida de un hombre, salva al mundo entero.

If ever they did shoot her, she would probably stand there protesting,

when murder is as scheduled, habitual, industrial as it was here in Cracow yo could scarcely, with tentative heroism, redirect the overriding energy of the system.

He manifested a resolution which amounted to sternness.

The more orthodox of the ghetto had a slogan — 'An hour of life is still life.

I believe we can discern the difference of a wise man momentarily giving way to intemperate emotion," said my father, "and a fool reveling in malice." My

She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is a cave for me.

She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is a cave for men.

And with love, ambitions!

Fatal human malice is the staple of narrators, original sin the mother-fluid of historians. But it is a risky enterprise to have to write of virtue. "Virtue" in fact is such a dangerous word that we have to rush to explain;

The moral universe had not so much decayed here. It had been inverted, like some black hole, under the pressure of all the Earth's malice - a place where tribes and histories were sucked in and vaporized, and language flew inside out.

They permitted witnesses, such witnesses as the red toddler, because they believed the witnesses all would perish too.

From late 1943, there is a story about Schindler which runs among the survivors with the electric excitement of a myth. For the thing about a myth is not whether it is true or not, nor whether it should be true, but that it is somehow truer than truth itself.

there wasn't always much difference between the standfast and the man who ran. Even though presidents and colonels and preachers tried to tell you otherwise, the standfast and the runner were often the same man on different days or at a different hour.

The more orthodox of the ghetto had a slogan - An hour of life is still life.

In a fallen world, it was hard to do unambiguous good.

Bejesus, ye're a fussy black.

And so um, I knew that I really didn't want to be a priest and didn't want to be a celibate, though I could probably manage it. Um, and um, ultimately I left.