I came to the conclusion that I am free to choose my own suffering. But I am not free to consent to someone else's suffering.

Writing is like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate, in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain

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

When a person doesn't have gratitude, something is missing in his or her humanity.

For nearly 3,500 years Exodus has left such an imprint on people's memories that I cannot imagine it had been invented just as a legend or a tale.

We have to go into the despair and go beyond it, by working and doing for somebody else, by using it for something else.

Will you join me in hearing the case for keeping weapons from those who preach death to Israel and America?