I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.

You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

It is unrealistic to think you can have an inflexible identity that never has to give or take or make compromises.

Why is taste, the crudest of our senses, exempted from the ethical rules that govern our other senses?

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it

The Torah is the foundational text for Jewish law, but the Haggadah is our book of living memory. We are not merely telling a story here. We are being called to a radical act of empathy. Here we are, embarking on an ancient, perennial attempt to give human lives - our lives - dignity.