While he very much believed in his own epigram that “when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in ...

I never had an ambition to be a painter, to be a writer. I had a yearning. It was a yearning for life, and I equated life ...

This could explain his extraordinary willingness to risk his own life. As a writer in the ghetto, he was tasked in 1943 with sorting and cataloging select Jewish writings that the Nazis wanted to ...