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

The story of Abraham and the sacrifice of Isaac are nowhere in any other tradition.

In my little town, Sighet, which is in Romania, Hungary-Romania, but a real shtetl, a little [Jewish] village - and we began with the Chumash [Pentateuch], probably at age four.

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

How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?

You know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.

When adults wage war, children perish.