What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think. I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded d...
What about guns with sensors in the handles that could detect if you were angry, and if you were, they wouldn’t fire, even if you were a police officer?
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroug...
We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames
We just stood there, facing each other, but nine floors apart.
We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
We are breeding creatures incapable of surviving in any place other than the most artificial settings. We have focused the awesome power of modern genetic knowledge to bring into being animals that su...
Touch had always saved them in the past. No matter the anger or hurt, no matter the depth of the aloneness, a touch, even a light and passing touch, reminded them of their long togetherness.
This is the lesson we learned from everything that happened -- there is no God. It took all of the hidden faces for Him to prove this to us. What if it was a challenge of your faith? I said. I could n...
They hadn't forgotten but accommodated... So nothing was done. No decisions were made... They waited like fools, they sat on their hands like fools, and spoke, like fools... They waited to die, and we...
There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.
The world is a big place, he said, but so is the inside of an apartment!
The disgraced Usurer Yankel D took the baby girl home that evening... He made a bed of crumpled newspaper in a deep baking pan and gently tucked it in the oven, so that she wouldn't be disturbed by th...
The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
The Gypsy girl carved love letters into trees, filling the forest with notes for him.
Should he one day share it and be asked how autobiographical it was, he would say, It’s not my life, but it’s me.
She would say to him, But you are no priest. And he would say, I am today. And she would say, Today you believe in God? And he would say, Today I believe in love.
She spent an afternoon staring at their front door.Waiting for someone? Yankel asked.What color is this?He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the w...
She avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself.