I think the hardest part of writing is revising. And by that I mean the following: A novelist has to create the piece of marble and then chip away to find the figure in it.

I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.

I don't work on my Sabbath. I write five-and-a-half or six days a week.

In other words, Judaism is not Calvinism.

A life is measured by how it is lived for the sake of heaven.

I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art.

No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate, that's the way the world is.