You cannot write in more than one language. Words don't come out as well.

Refugee today means somebody who has no home. No homeland. No security. No government to protect him or her. And it is of course one feels not only uprooted, one feels useless. One feels always surrounded by hostile forces. Arousing suspicion.

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

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

In my tradition, one must wait until one has learned a lot of Bible and Talmud and the Prophets to handle mysticism. This isn't instant coffee. There is no instant mysticism.

You shouldn’t act as a spokesperson for someone who’s trying to impose his will on you.

Granted that every war is madness-civil war, fratricide, is the worst of all; it reaches deeper into ugliness, cruelty and absurdity.