I rarely speak about God. To God, yes. I protest against Him. I shout at Him. But to open a discourse about the qualities of God, about the problems that God imposes, theodicy, no. And yet He is there, in silence, in filigree.

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason.

Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.

I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.