I'm not sure I've learned anything new about life; but I've had to think harder about death and what comes after for other people.

I've lost count of the interviews I've done about my illness and its relationship to my ideas and writing.

After 1945 what happened was rather the opposite: with one major exception boundaries stayed broadly intact and people were moved instead.

We have responsibilities for others, not just across space but across time. We have responsibilities to people who came before us. They left us a world of institutions, ideas or possibilities for which we, in turn, owe them something. One of the things we owe them is not to squander them.

Love consists in leaving the loved one space to be themselves while providing the security within which that self may flourish.

I don't much mind being expelled from communities.

Apparently, the line you take on Israel trumps everything else in life.