If I can get somewhere, I'm all right. If not, I'm miserable.

If they had wanted to punish me, they should have kept me in a communal apartment. Then I would have become a wreck.

I don't believe in that country any longer. I'm not interested. I'm writing in the language, and I like the language.

As failures go, attempting to recall the past is like trying to grasp the meaning of existence. Both make one feel like a baby clutching at a basketball: one's palms keep sliding off.

In the end, like the Almighty Himself, we make everything in our image, for want of a more reliable model; our artifacts tell more about ourselves than our confessions.

I had this fantasy of becoming a neurosurgeon. You know, the normal Jewish boy fantasy, but I wanted to be a neurosurgeon for some reason. So I started in this unpleasant way. I was an assistant to the coroner, opening up corpses, taking the innards out, opening skulls, taking the brains out.

The Constitution doesn't mention rain.