Since the world has changed so much, the same values don't lead to the same choices anymore.
She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
She has become an expert at confusing with with with .
One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't re...
One of the greatest opportunities to live our values-or betray them-lies in the food we put on our plates.
Oh,' she said. 'I have never seen a Jew before. Can I see his horns?
Let's go to bed. Those four words differentiate a marriage from every other kind of relationship. We aren't going to find a way to agree, but let's go to bed. Not because we want to, but because we ha...
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
It is said that the Messiah will come at the end of the world. But it was not the end of the world, Grandfather said. It was. He just did not come. Why did he not come? This was the lesson we learned...
It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.
Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore -- I'm easy; I'll eat anything -- can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.
If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?
If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?
I once went to report on a village in Russia, a community of artists who were forced to flee the cities! I'd heard that paintings hung everywhere! I heard you couldn't see the walls through all of the...
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.
I do not love famous nightclubs. They make me feel very cheerless and abandoned. Am I applying that word correctly? Abandoned?
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing. So what’s something? Being reliable is something. Being good. And
Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness.