How strange. She is surrounded by armed guards, on her way to an interrogation, probable incarceration, and yet the storm inside is at rest

“I think that when you stop trying to fly off into the world of the spirit, you have a way with words”

When she heard Papa’s voice, she could not think: He is a prisoner. I am an employee of Hurrem Sultan. She simply thought, Hide, hide, HIDE!

“Fools all of you. You arrest me, when I am just a messenger from a foreign land. I was duped into this. It was all a plan for my downfall. Me, the printer of Salonika"

“This is not mesirut nefesh at all, but foolishness. And the Almighty does not want us to be fools”

“There are whispers…. That they have come to bring the Mashiach”

“Any printing of mine has a letter of recommendation. As it is, people fear that the press is an invention of the sitra achra”

“Next time your Papa gets angry. Next time, you must use your mind to build a wall around yourself, one brick and another and another"

“Eliyahu, if it is my time, then it will come whether or not I am building a wall. The angel of death has his own calendar"

“They need words. Persuasion. Reassurance, that they are doing the Will of the Almighty, and that He is orchestrating this crescendo of history”