A Span Of Life Is Nothing. But

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.

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.

A Non-fiction Writer Pretty Much Has The Shape Of The Figure In Front Of Him Or Her And Goes About Refining It. A Work Of Non-fiction Is Not As Difficult To Write As A Work Of Fiction, But It's Not As Satisfying In The End.

My Name Is Asher Lev... I Am A Traitor, An Apostate, A Self-hater, An Inflicter Of Shame Upon My Family, My Friends, My People; Also, I Am A Mocker Of Ideas Sacred To Christians, A Blasphemous Manipulator Of Modes And Forms Revered By Gentiles For Two Thousand Years.

We Live Less Than The Time It Takes To Blink An Eye, If We Measure Our Lives Against Eternity. So It May Be Asked What Value Is There To A Human Life. There Is So Much Pain In The World. What Does It Mean To Have To Suffer So Much, If Our Lives Are Nothing More Than The Blink Of An Eye?...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.