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Slaughter And Justice Cannot Dwell Together.

When Literature Becomes Overly Erudite, It Means That Interest In The Art Has Gone And Curiosity About The Artist Is What's Important. It Becomes A Kind Of Idolatry.

I Know As A Writer How Valuable A Tool Is The Wastebasket. Perhaps God Throws Away Many Experiments Before He Finds The Right Expression. Perhaps We Are The Discards - Or We Could Be The Part He Keeps. This Mystery Is What Keeps Us All Going, To See What Happens In The Next Chapter.

There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish And A Gratitude For Every Day Of Life, Every Crumb Of Success, Each Encounter Of Love... In A Figurative Way, Yiddish Is The Wise And Humble Language Of Us All, The Idiom Of A Frightened And Hopeful Humanity.

The Pessimism Of The Creative Person Is Not Decadence But A Mighty Passion For The Redemption Of Man.