Our obligation is to give meaning to life and in doing so to overcome the passive, indifferent life.

For me, every hour is grace. And I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and look at his or her smile.

Often I say to myself "Really, what are we doing on this planet?" We are passing the message as well as we can, communicating our fears, our hopes ... Day in day out, week after week and year after year, people kill each other.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.

From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else’s death.

[Shirat ha-Yam ] is one of the earliest, if not the earliest, pieces of Biblical literature that we possess. It is much closer to history than later traditions of the Exodus.