The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.

My idea of Hell is to be young again.

If you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening.

Troubles cured you salty as a country ham, smoky to the taste, thick-skinned and tender inside.

My grandmother was very important to me. She gave me my religious education. She gave me a sense of the female side of Judaism, of the rich store of stories and legends of the women of the schtetl.

The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.

Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out.