Children have no use for psychology. They detest sociology. They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff. When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don't expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish allusions.

There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.

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

In relation to them (animals), all people are Nazis for the animals, it is an eternal Treblinka.

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.

The genuine writer cannot ignore the fact that the family is losing its spiritual foundation.