She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

You will remember when a bird crashed through the window and fell to the floor. You will remember, those of you who were there, how it jerked its wings before dying, and left a spot of blood on the floor after it was removed. But who among you was first to notice the negative bird it left in the window? Who first saw the shadow that the bird left behind, the shadow that drew blood from any finger that dared to trace it, the shadow that was better proof of the bird's existence than the bird ever was?

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

Living on a planet of fixed size requires compromise, and while we are the only party capable of negotiating, we are not the only party at the table. We've never claimed more, and we've never had less.

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.

I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, "and how can I get back?