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.

Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.

Honest differences of opinion should never be permitted to destroy a friendship.

I'm not altogether certain that a fundamentalism of necessity has to argue that it is the only reading of the human experience in order to stay alive.

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

Yes, there is some thought about making a film of My Name Is Asher Lev.

You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes-sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.