I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.

One of the greatest opportunities to live our values-or betray them-lies in the food we put on our plates.

The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.

I desperately wish I had my tambourine with me now, because even after everything I'm still wearing heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to play a good beat

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.