Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

Jews have a special relationship to books, and the Haggadah has been translated more widely, and reprinted more often, than any other Jewish book. It is not a work of history or philosophy, not a prayer book, user's manual, timeline, poem or palimpsest - and yet it is all these things.