I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.

Every moment contains a spark of eternity.

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

And to write is to sow and to reap at the same time.

In Talmudic literature, certainly in the beginning, he was like a human being - except he was a serpent. But he was talking and walking and probably dreaming.

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.

There are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity. I say to myself: it's raining today and it's going to rain tomorrow and the next day, the next week and the next century.