There is always something left to love. And if you haven't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.
My nights are a nightmare, quite often, but the nightmares are rich. I nourish myself by those nights.
People who lose their parents when young are permanently in love with them.
I had a feeling that my generation-and me, also-we were naked. We did not belong to anything.
I see myself as a man who is searching for meaning in life. This is rather different from being a staunch believer in something. A believer is someone who senses a consciousness or a direction and believes in it. The one who searches for meaning has not found the direction yet.
The Holocaust is a central event in many people's lives, but it also has become a metaphor for our century. There cannot be an end to speaking and writing about it. Besides, in Israel, everyone carries a biography deep inside him.
I am not writing in metaphors. I am writing about catastrophes.
Profound changes to how children access vast information is yielding new forms of peer-to-peer and individual-guided learning.
History will be erased in the universal purgatory.
If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean.