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.

A story to me must have some surprise...I must have a passion to write the story.

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

Shoulders are from God and burdens too.

No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.

In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.

We are all God's creatures-that we pray to God for mercy and justice while we continue to eat the flesh of animals that are slaughtered on our account is not consistent.