It is not easy to explain how I felt while I read, but I will try. No doubt you, as a reader, will understand. It appeared I found myself in a place where no one could bother me, where no one could reach me. I grew impervious to all the noises around me.

And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when you’re old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were; the hope of what we can become.

Zakhor. Al Tichkah. Remember. Never forget.

How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.

You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know.

When would he realize that it wasn't his infidelity I couldn't bear, but his cowardice?

I think they're really linked. I think books and movies are going to go a long way together in the future. I think we writers are very important material for directors.