Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.

I'm deeply curious about Jewish things. I've toyed around with the idea of going to rabbinical school.

I think it's a greater risk not to write about 9\11. If you're in my position - a New Yorker who felt the event very deeply and a writer who wants to write about things he feels deeply about - I think it's risky to avoid what's right in front of you.

You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

But I knew the truth and that's why I was so sad. Every moment before this one depends on this one. Everything in the history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment.