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

For those who are willing to make an effort, great miracles and wonderful treasures are in store.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.

There is a quiet humor in Yiddish and a gratitude for every day of life, every crumb of success, each encounter of love... In a figurative way, Yiddish is the wise and humble language of us all, the idiom of a frightened and hopeful humanity.

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

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

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.