In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.

What a strange power there is in clothing.

Whenever I'm in trouble, I pray. And because I'm in trouble all of the time, I pray almost constantly.

I know as a writer how valuable a tool is the wastebasket. Perhaps God throws away many experiments before He finds the right expression. Perhaps we are the discards - or we could be the part He keeps. This mystery is what keeps us all going, to see what happens in the next chapter.

The Yiddish mentality is not haughty. It does not take victory for granted. It does not demand and command but it muddles through, sneaks by, smuggles itself amidst the powers of destruction, knowing somewhere that God's plan for Creation is still at the very beginning.

We must believe in free will - we have no choice.

Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.