I know it was never about love, and most people would wonder, but love had nothing to do with it, you would think about love for just a minute, let it rolling into you and smash you down, its so heavy to love somebody, its not the cookies, its not the plums and honey wine you expect.

Lately people might tell Jews to go to Israel and they might say: Thanks, I needed an excuse to do that!

The meaning of life pretends to be Bertha the Cow, but now I know her as milk, butter and cheese.