You Can't Eat The Orange And Throw

I Cannot Sleep For Dreaming; I Cannot Dream But I Wake And Walk About The House As Though I'd Find You Coming Through Some Door.

Above All Else, Tragedy Requires The Finest Appreciation By The Writer Of Cause And Effect.

No One Wants The Truth If It Is Inconvenient.

But We Are Mostly What We Are, And The Turtle Stretching Toward Delicious Buds On High Does Not Lighten His Carapace By His Resolve.

Amos Oz Is One Of The Finest Novelists Of This Entire Period. My Michael Is A Beautiful Work Of Great Depth And In Some Indescribable Way Lingers In The Mind As A Lyric Song To His Country's People As Much As A Moving Love Story.