It was like a page torn from a history book, from some historical novel about the captivity of babylon or Spanish Inquisition.

Will you join me in hearing the case for keeping weapons from those who preach death to Israel and America?

One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.

For me [Patriarchs] exist. Abraham, Isaac and Jacob exist today. They are people that you see with white beards. I have no doubt of their existence.

Words can be turned into spears. They can be turned into prayers. It's a strange world that you are in. But you deal with words.

Memory feeds a culture, nourishes hope and makes a human, human.

Personally, as a student who loves words, who loves texts, I am concerned with finding something in the text from within.