It Is When You Are Angry That

I Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing. But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something. A Span Of Life Is Nothing. But The Man Who Lives That Span, He Is Something. He Can Fill That Tiny Span With Meaning, So Its Quality Is Immeasurable Though Its Quantity May Be Insignificant. Do You Understand What I Am Saying? A Man Must Fill His Life With Meaning, Meaning Is Not Automatically Given To Life.

I Have Faith In The Torah. I Am Not Afraid Of Truth.

I Think That To A Very Great Extent We Are Partners With The Divine In This Enterprise Called History. That Is An Ongoing Relationship, And There Is Absolutely No Guarantee That Things Will Automatically Work Out To Our Best Advantage.

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.

I Don't Work On My Sabbath. I Write Five-and-a-half Or Six Days A Week.