"We had already lived through so much that night. We thought nothing could frighten us any more. But his harsh words sent shivers through us. The word 'chimney' was not an abstraction; it floated on the air, mingling with the smoke" (Wiesel 39).
"I was putting one foot in front of the other, like a machine. I was dragging this emaciated body that was still such a weight. If only I could have shed it!" (Wiesel 85)
"Not here. . . Get up. . . A little farther down. There is a shed over there. . . Come" (Wiesel 88).
I had neither the desire nor the resolve to get up (Wiesel 88).