A writer is a strange instrument of our species, a harp of sorts, fine-tuned to the dark contradictions of life.

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

I do not know what evil is when it comes to art. I only know what is good art and what is bad art.

… the world will indulge you just so long Asher Lev. Then it will stop. You will simply have to grow accustomed to that truth.

All of us grow up in particular realities - a home, family, a clan, a small town, a neighborhood. Depending upon how we're brought up, we are either deeply aware of the particular reading of reality into which we are born, or we are peripherally aware of it.

I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.

Come, let us have some tea and continue to talk about happy things.