Naturally, the human being wants to forget pain.

It was the beginning of the war. I was twelve years old, my parents were alive, and God still dwelt in our town.

All I hope is that the American coalition is doing its best to prevent civilian casualties and the killing of innocent people.

Every moment is a new beginning.

Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

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.

Except that a human being is both the public and the private. We are both, private and public in the same person.