The Pessimism Of The Creative Person Is

When A Writer Tries To Explain Too Much, He's Out Of Time Before He Begins.

I Believe In Free Will. I Have No Choice.

There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish And A Gratitude For Every Day Of Life, Every Crumb Of Success, Each Encounter Of Love... In A Figurative Way, Yiddish Is The Wise And Humble Language Of Us All, The Idiom Of A Frightened And Hopeful Humanity.

I Get Up Every Morning With A Desire To Do Some Creative Work. This Desire Is Made Of The Same Stuff As The Sexual Desire, The Desire To Make Money, Or Any Other Desire.

In Their Behavior Toward Creatures, All Men Are Nazis. Human Beings See Oppression Vividly When They're The Victims. Otherwise They Victimize Blindly And Without A Thought.