Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India

I never deviated from my grim determination to someday have all the money I needed and wanted.

Tel Aviv appeals to me.

I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.

. . . a statement that is repugnant to one's beliefs can be as true as one that is pleasurable.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.