Heaven and earth conspire that everything which has been, be rooted and reduced to dust. Only the dreamers, who dream while awake, call back the shadows of the past and braid nets from the unspun thread.

But if we have people who have the power to tell a story, there will always be readers.

The truth is that what the great religions preached, the Yiddish-speaking people of the ghettos practiced day in and day out. They were the people of The Book in the truest sense of the word. They knew of no greater joy than the study of man and human relations, which they called Torah, Talmud, Mussar, Cabala.

When a writer tries to explain too much, he's out of time before he begins.

It is a general rule that when the grain of truth cannot be found, men will swallow great helpings of falsehood.

We write not only for children but also for their parents. They, too, are serious children.

To me the Yiddish language and the conduct of those who spoke it are identical.