I will say, with memoir, you must be honest. You must be truthful.

How can a human being be illegal?

Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words

It is by his freedom that a man knows himself, by his sovereignty over his own life that a man measures himself.

The act of writing is for me often nothing more than the secret or conscious desire to carve words on a tombstone: to the memory of a town forever vanished, to the memory of a childhood in exile, to the memory of all those I loved and who, before I could tell them I loved them, went away.

The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria.

I remember one day I came home and shouted to my grandmother, "Grandma, Sarah is pregnant!" Poor Sarah! For weeks before I had read how difficult it was for her to get pregnant. "Grandma! I have news for you!" "What did you learn?" "I have news, Grandma: Sarah is pregnant!" [Genesis 16 - 21].