The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.

I was a very religious child - I went to synagogue at least once, sometimes twice, a day. And I remember my religiousness as good - I think religion is good for children, especially educated children, because it allows for imagination, a whole imaginative world apart from the practical world.

I’ve never been in those places where I’ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and dark-years, but the darkness is mine, and the light, and my time is my own.