For most people, surviving is just a matter of putting food on the table, making sure your house payment is on time, and remembering to wear that big winter coat. Holocaust prisoners did not have to worry about these things. They were provided with food, clothing and shelter. Unfortunately, there was never enough food, nor enough shelter, and the clothes were never good enough. The survival methods described in the novels Maus by Art Spieglmen and Night by Elie Wiesel are markedly different, but undeniably similar. The means of survival in the Night book differ greatly from the means of survival in Maus. In Night, there is a more ruthless behavior in their fight to survive. This is especially evident in the intense struggle for food. And an example of this is when the book says: "Meir, Meir, my boy! Don't you recognize me? I am your father... you are hurting me... you are killing your father! I have bread" ... for you too... also for you…” (Wiesel 96) This passage describes a boy who beats his father to death for a piece of bread on his way to a concentration camp. Survival wasn't as intense in the book Maus. In that book, survival was simply a struggle to stay out of the concentration camps. An example of this in Maus is when he says "So in the courtyard we created a hiding place, a bunker." (Spieglmen 86) Here it is explained that their concerns are not about survival in the concentration camps, but rather about staying out of the concentration camps themselves. In Maus their survival had a lot to do with contacts in high places. They should have known someone who knew someone who could get them something to stay out of the concentration camps. An example of this is when they are at the stadium where they get their passports stamped. This is evident when it is said: "Anja and I came to the table where my cousin was sitting... then we stamped our passports and immediately went to the good part of the stadium. Those they sent away, they did not receive any stamps . " (Spieglmen 90) This is different from Night in the sense that it didn't matter who you were or who you knew..