Our raw imperfections make us real and make us human but they don't make us.

Seriously, how many times can a person break before the only things left are shattered fragments too small to piece back together?

Fear success but not the mistakes.

It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever

Daughter, that's life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. All any of us can do is to try to be ur best, and to learn from our mistakes, as well as our victories

Yes, your home is your castle, but it is also your identity and your possibility to be open to others.

But whenever history is in the making, there's some kind of intangible feeling.

There is the illusion of the world and the reality of the Torah.

I sit up straight and do the first thing a person is supposed to do in an emergency, which is send a text message.

No man doth safely rule, but he that hath learned gladly to obey.

You see often it's not ideas, it's inertia, it's bureaucratism, it's all the other things that sometimes come in the way of a good idea.

Those neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories. There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?