Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.

My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb.

I wasn't afraid of being poor; I rather took it for granted. I was good at getting by with very little. I couldn't imagine sacrificing my writing to anything else.

Grandmother Hannah comes to me at Pesach and when I am lighting the sabbath candles. The sweet wine in the cup has her breath.... a little winter no spring can melt.

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done.