God gave us so many emotions, and so many strong ones. Every human being, even if he is an idiot, is a millionaire in emotions.

The ghetto was not only a place of refuge for a persecuted minority but a great experiment in peace, in self-discipline and in humanism. As such it still exists and refuses to give up in spite of all the brutality that surrounds it. I was brought up among those people.

A good writer is basically a story teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind.

Every body resisted (the slaughterer) in its own fashion, tried to escape and seemed to argue with the Creator to its last breath.

Men want all women to lie down as whores and get up as virgins.

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.

What a strange power there is in clothing.