There Is A Plan To This Universe.

The Yiddish Mentality Is Not Haughty. It Does Not Take Victory For Granted. It Does Not Demand And Command But It Muddles Through, Sneaks By, Smuggles Itself Amidst The Powers Of Destruction, Knowing Somewhere That God's Plan For Creation Is Still At The Very Beginning.

When A Writer Tries To Explain Too Much, He's Out Of Time Before He Begins.

I Get Up Every Morning With A Desire To Do Some Creative Work. This Desire Is Made Of The Same Stuff As The Sexual Desire, The Desire To Make Money, Or Any Other Desire.

A Story To Me Means A Plot Where There Is Some Surprise... Because This Is How Life Is Full Of Surprises.

Every Body Resisted (the Slaughterer) In Its Own Fashion, Tried To Escape And Seemed To Argue With The Creator To Its Last Breath.