- Well, for starters, it's the Holocaust.
- Eliezer's spiritual fight with God as to why He is letting this happen. "Where is God?"
- "Here he is...he is here, dangling on the gallows."
- "That night, the soup tasted of corpses."
- Doubles as Nightmare Fuel.
- The line "Where is God?"
- Shlomo's death in a No-Holds-Barred Beatdown from an SS officer.
- Shlomo's last words were Eliezer's name.
- You have to sympathize for Eliezer, considering he's doing everything in his will to keep his dad alive, even though he knows there could be dire consequences. It gets worse when Shlomo suffers dysentery.
- The kid who fought his own dad to death for a bit of bread.
- The Bittersweet Ending in which Eliezer survives, but stares into a mirror and discovers just how much the camps have dehumanized him."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 also wrote a story about him calling out to Tzipora, his younger sister who presumably perished in the gas chambers with the mother. Wiesel recalls watching her play, her calling her big brother to come play with her, and the day she was separated from him. Wiesel begs to play with Tzipora once more.
- The story itself. No matter how its fictional elements may throw us off (Wiesel does is honest about its fictional elements real life), the writing and Wiesel's dehumanity in the book rings true to Wiesel's tormented psyche from the concentration camps.
- This, just this from Night by Elie Wiesel:All I could hear was the violin, and it was as if Juliek's soul had become his bow. He was playing his life. His whole being was gliding over the strings. His unfulfilled hopes. His charred past, his extinguished future. He played that which he would never play again.I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget this concert given before an audience of the dead and dying? Even today, when I hear that particular piece by Beethoven, my eyes close and out of the darkness emerges the pale and melancholy face of my Polish comrade bidding farewell to an audience of dying men.
- When Rabbi Eliahu is looking for his son.
- This, just this from Night by Elie Wiesel:
Tear Jerker / Night