The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.

You paint the picture of your surroundings. Paint it beautifully.

Meanwhile the temperature is getting hotter and hotter so no one can think clearly. No one perceives. No one cares. Insane madness come out like life is a terrific party.

Yes, there is some thought about making a film of My Name Is Asher Lev.

We can't speak day after day about globalization without at the same time having in mind that...we need multilateral solutions.

If we socialized boys like girls, we would have a much lower crime rate in America.

Should you ask me what is the first thing in religion, I should reply that the first, second, and third thing therein is humility.

My friends ask me why I still live with my family, but I feel comfortable there. We've all been through so much together.

I've had women come up to me and say I was the reason they went to law school.

I'd rather look a fool than be right and fail to act.