I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

Creation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.

A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.