Book: The Union of Jewish policemen. Page 2

- To sleep in socks and shorts... she says. - Something wrong with you.
- I think an attack of acute depression, "he says," struck me last night.

Landsman is planning his own death. This is the fourth invented by a Landsman way to encourage yourself when everything goes to hell. But the main thing is not to overdo it.

They were each other's first love, first betrayal, first refuge, the first roommate, the first listener, the first to whom they resorted, when something, even the marriage that went wrong. Because the half-life of each of them was held in the plexus of the arms, legs, lives, mingled and began shared their fears, theories, recipes, library, a collection of records.

Mendel gave off light and heat. You wanted to be close to him, to warm hands, to melt the ice on the beard. Banish the gloom for a minute or two. And when you left from Mendel, you still kept warm, and it seemed that in the world a bit more light, maybe one candle only. And then you realized that this fire is within you and has always been there. That's a miracle. Just like that.

If you [the Rebbe] doesn't need a lawyer, then who needs it? And believe me, everyone needs a lawyer.

...very few people can just stand there with his hands in his pockets, to maintain the naturalness and ease.

Both are already out of the age of foolish passions, therefore, was a passionate no nonsense.

In a pursuit of illusive thread in the non-existent matter out of itself, out of the blue.

Man plans, GD laughs.

...except for homosexuals, only chess players have found and find a reliable way is hard, but without a hard struggle for life and death - to build bridges across the chasm that separates any pair of men.

Strange in these times to be a Jew.