Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the happiness and humanity of the human being.

I was involved in trying to save the Rwandan people and Sudan now. It's a mass murder. Mass murder is a terrifying word. We don't have to go further than that. Cambodia came close to, but what was it, Cambodians killing Cambodians after all. So therefore I think we should be very careful with vocabulary.

You're at the bottom of the mountain. May you climb up without suffering.

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

If the Book of the Law could be forgotten for so many years, who knows what was done to it during those years? Maybe it was lost later, too. And another one replaced it, and that one is no longer the original text. These are questions that perturb me much more than whether it's history or not history.

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.

Every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them.