Should she be angry at the world? Outraged? Wanting more, wanting less. Where was goodness, if there was indeed such a thing? If not, then why did she care so much about it?

“There’s no such thing as causes. There are only people”

They cover their heads and they wear tzitizis and they grow their beards and they bring out their instruments to play on Shabbos

She is glad of the rush. She wants to be home, with Ernst, in a place where she can try and make sense of it all

Birthday? Who apart from city folk and Jewish boys remember their birthdays?

“Fortuna, do you still think that I am a princess who lives in a castle? This is all I have”

“Chasya…makes me think. She surprises me. More than anyone else I have met. Even my professors”

"He gave a sniff and told me that entertainment for its own sake is for people who do not value their souls”