A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
A writer is a strange instrument of our species, a harp of sorts, fine-tuned to the dark contradictions of life.
It's not a pretty world, Papa.' 'I've noticed,' my father said softly.
Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.
In Russia I went to a great yeshiva, and in America I work in a carnival.