I have an open mind - - I read, I study, I study your work and the work of other people with less talent. But that is not what I do in my writing and teaching. Still the love for the text we have in common.

What I do, I want to do with all my being.

I describe incidents which may or may not have happened but which are true.

Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty.

A disciple came to the celebrated Master of the Good Name with a question. “Rabbi, how are we to distinguish between a true master and a fake?” And the master of the good name said, “When you meet a person who poses as a master, ask him a question: whether he knows how to purify your thoughts. If he says that he knows, then he is a fake.

No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.

Life is not a fist. Life is an open hand waiting for some other hand to enter it.