What happened was no accident. Everything was preordained. True, the will was free, but heaven also made its ordinances.

I am thankful, of course, for the prize and thankful to God for each story, each idea, each word, each day.

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.

Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.

Children read books, not reviews. They don't give a hoot about critics.

I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.