...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it's hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus.

I am not a bad person. I am a good person who has lived in a bad time." Alex's grandfather..Everything is Illuminated

If people thought about food more like how we think about the environment, a lot of people would be eating differently and the whole system would look a lot different.

He was not such a special person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and about love. He was always in his room writing those things, and never with people. I used to tell him, What good is all that love doing on paper? I said, Let love write on you for a little. But he was so stubborn. Or perhaps he was only timid.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

People shouldn't be allowed to get married until it's too late to have kids.