By Devin Frazer
“In everyone’s eyes was suffering drowned in tears. Slowly, heavily, the procession made its way to the gate the ghetto” (Wiesel 13).
”Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever” (Wiesel 25).
“A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load--little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it--saw it with my own eyes… those children in the flames.
”Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever”
“From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.” (Wiesel 83).