Jews have a special relationship to books, and the Haggadah has been translated more widely, and reprinted more often, than any other Jewish book. It is not a work of history or philosophy, not a prayer book, user’s manual, timeline, poem or palimpsest - and yet it is all these things.

There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.

To remember my values, I need to lose certain tastes and find other handles for the memories that they once helped me carry.

Let love write on you for awhile.

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

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