... what life in a concentration camp had made of me (Night, Elie Wiesel, 54)

Ahead of you... a long road of pain and suffering. (41)
Surely it was a dream. (37)
I no longer felt the pain. (36)
We had ceased to be men. (37)
Withered bodies. (63)
What happened to me? (39)
I glanced over at my father. How changed he looked! (37)
He had aged so much. (70)
For the first time, i felt anger rise within me. (33)
Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminal's flesh. (39)
Had i changed that much? So fast? (39)
We no longer feared death. (60)
The costs... (57)
Deprived me of the will to live. (34)
Flames that consumed my faith forever. (34)
I was alone. (68)
We were lucky... (50)