Fate has a way of putting in front of us, that wich we most try to leave behind.

We have conquered everything, and everything has slipped out of our grasp.

Writers aren't born, they're made - from practice, reading, and a lot of caffeine.

Within one hour of touching the brush to canvas for the first time, my students have a total, complete painting.

I would hate to be a bee. Be surrounded by bees all the time.

I believe consciousness is brazenly physical, a raucous mirage the brain creates to help us survive.

But then, so far as I know, I am the only performer who ever pledged his assistants to secrecy, honor and allegiance under a notarial oath.

My two sons speak Hebrew, and are familiar with the scriptures and with rabbinic literature. This is the way we live.

We only hear what we listen for.

In my long and colorful career, one thing stands out: I have been misunderstood.