We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

Timing is everything. That´s right. Which is why our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die." But how do you know it´s the day before you die? I asked. He raised his eyebrows. "Exactly

In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive, right? And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right?’ His voice dropped to a whisper. ‘But here’s the secret: in between, we need others as well.

God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.

If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.

My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.