A closed mind is a dying mind.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

A whole roomful of Jews is like a charged battery. The vitality sparks seem to fly, and frequently the result is a short circuit.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.

Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.

A woman can look both moral and exciting -- if she also looks as if it was quite a struggle.