And when she said, , she was neither naive nor dishonest, but the opposite: she was wise and truthful enough to lie.

I am a very sad person. I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing....

She was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness...

{...} he felt that he too was only a baby, with the chance to live without shame, without the need for consolation for a life lived wrong, a chance to be again innocent, simply and impossibly happy.

I found it very exciting to feel his touch and remind me that my hands can express love.

Lvov is a city like New York City in America. New York City, in truth, was designed on the model of Lvov.

I told them all, If possible, I would be here with only you, forever. But I am a man who toils, and I must go where I must. We need currency for famous nightclubs, yes? I am doing something I hate for...

Or how he was once found on the well regarded Rabbi's front lawn, bound in white string, and said he tied one around his finger to remember something terribly important, and fearing he would forget...

Love me, because love does not exist, and I tried everything.

Do not have any other loves before me in your heart. Do not take my name in vain. Do not kill me. Observe me, and keep me holy.

And when the blush of a schoolgirl's cheeks was mistaken for the crimson of a holy man's fingers, it was the schoolgirl who was called hussy, tramp, slut.

Some of the names I could not reason, like the box marked DARKNESS, or the one with DEATH OF THE FIRSTBORN written in pencil on its front. I noticed that there was a box on the top of one of these...

Can you also raise your socks? She asked him. And the trousers?...

And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.

At first it made me angry, but then it made me sad, and then it made me so grateful, and then it made me angry again, and I went through these feelings hundreds of times, stopping on each for only a...

will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

This is the lesson we learned from everything that happened -- there is no God. It took all of the hidden faces for Him to prove this to us. What if it was a challenge of your faith? I said. I could...

If you want to know who protects you from the people that take without asking, it is the police. If you want to know who protects you from the police, it is the people who take without asking. And...

Is God sad? He would have to exist to be sad, wouldn't He? I know, she said, giving his shoulder a little slap. That's why I was asking, so I might finally know if you believed! Well, let me leave it...

They hadn't forgotten but accommodated... So nothing was done. No decisions were made... They waited like fools, they sat on their hands like fools, and spoke, like fools... They waited to die, and we...

Did you manufacture any Z's?

She was a prism through with sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum

The Gypsy girl carved love letters into trees, filling the forest with notes for him.

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

Wings of a half finished book across his chest.

SADNESSES OF THE COVENANT: Sadness of God's love; Sadness of God's back {sic}; Favourite-child sadness; Sadness of b{ein}g sad in front of one's God; Sadness of the opposite of belief {sic}; What if?...

Herschel was a Jew.And he was my best friend.He was his best friend.And I murdered him.

Were we praying, Forgive our oppressors for what they have done? Or, Forgive us for what has been done to us? Or, Forgive You for Your inscrutability?

What's it about? she asked.It's about love.She laughed. They're all about love.

The burning bush must not be consumed.