Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

Torah values are the ones that inform my life.

Music is the emotional life of most people.

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

I read with some amusement my reputation as a ladies' man. My friends are amused by that, too, because they know my life.