“We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.”

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.

In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.

I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember,

The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that “beauty always takes place in the particular.” Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.

Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.

I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?

Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.

Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.

Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

Most of the times that I think about my relationship to Judaism, I not only accuse myself of a shallowness, but I feel certain that there’s a shallowness there. That’s not a bad thing, really.

Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

The violence and injustice of the rulers of mankind is an ancient evil, for which, I am afraid, the nature of human affairs can scarce admit a remedy.

We all have private ails. The troublemakers are they who need public cures for their private ails.

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

It’s the same story as when we nationalized the banks. I’m not for nationalization because of the rhetoric of nationalization, or because I see in nationalization the cure-all for every injustice. I’m for nationalization in cases where it’s necessary.

Give me the power to produce fever and I’ll cure all disease.

The bigotry of theologians is a malady which seems almost incurable.

Perhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.

Laws are like medicine; they generally cure an evil by a lesser or a passing evil.