If the nineteenth century was the age of the editorial chair, ours is the century of the psychiatrist's couch.
We were Orthodox Jews, but we really didn't deserve it. I mean, bacon – my father said, 'Don't put bacon in the house,' but we had bacon. We didn't keep kosher. And we observed which today would be Conservative Jews. But in those days, we belonged to an Orthodox temple. So we made out we were Orthodox Jews, but we really weren't.
I forgive everyone in my life.
The odyssey is not going out and seeing the world: it's about trying to get home. It's home to the woman you love.
Down below the broad, roaring waves of the sea break against the deep foundation of the rock. But high above the mountain, the sea, and the peaks of rock the eternal ornamentation blooms silently from the dark depths of the universe.