There can be no poetry after Auschwitz.
THEODOR W. ADORNO, Gesammelte Schriften: Kulturkritik und Gesellschaft
How incredibly avaricious the whole operation was, the way they made the Jews pay for their tickets in the railway cars to the death camps. Yeah, and the rates for a third-class ticket, one way. And half price for children.... It was a kind of exploration of evil. Just how bad can we get?
MARTIN AMIS, "Martin Amis Contemplates Evil", Smithsonian Magazine, Sep. 2012
The concentration camps, by making death itself anonymous (making it impossible to find out whether a prisoner is dead or alive), robbed death of its meaning as the end of a fulfilled life. In a sense they took away the individual’s own death, proving that henceforth nothing belonged to him and he belonged to no one. His death merely set a seal on the fact that he had never existed.
HANNAH ARENDT, The Origins of Totalitarianism