“Mañana will always mean mañana. But for my first few months in Zacatecas, that was all I heard- mañana. It was a lovely sounding word and I began to think that it probably meant "heaven.”

“Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.”

“One of the things I learned firsthand as a child, growing up in Zacatecas, Mexico was... that when you fight with a pig, you both get dirty,but the pig likes it.”

“In Juan Aldama, Zacatecas, no one had ever seen a "real" Jew before. Certainly not a living one! They were thought to be mythical like unicorns or gremlins or... La Llorona! Kids would poke and curse me. They would feel the top of my head... to see if I was sprouting horns... like Satan... like the Devil. Didn't they know? I was the new Jesus!”

“And I always have this feeling, which may not be true at all, that I am being used as a messenger. I think I'm receiving, and so, I think I'm retransmitting!”

“One day, I saw a tiny nopalito (cactus sapling) growing not too far from an old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house in Zacatecas. I told my mom that I would protect it from the wind and that I would water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and strong. My mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's a nopalito, it is it's struggle that makes it so beautiful...”

“I don't really think of myself as an inspirational person. Instead, I tend to think of myself as being more like one of those guys standing on a busy street corner, twirling a a big pointed arrow. Except that my sign points toward Heaven.”