He explained to me with great insistence that every question posessed a power that did not lie in the answer.

Simply because, one hand, there are the haters, The hater has power. All we can do is oppose it, or one becomes an accomplice.

I belong to a tradition that believes that the death of a single child is a blemish on creation.

Every moment is a new beginning.

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

Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.

Certain things, certain events, seem inexplicable only for a time: up to the moment when the veil is torn aside.