When I was a child, my grandfather told me that God dwells everywhere. 'In the trees as well?' – 'In the trees too', he replied. – 'In the animals too?' – 'In animals too.' – 'In man as well?' – 'Man,' replied Grandfather, 'is the partner of God.' – 'Man is God?' I was shocked. 'No. But he has a little of God in him.' This conversation has been etched in my memory. Grandfather was a believer – he believed with his whole heart and all his soul. That belief of his was expressed in every gesture: the way he gripped any object, opened or closed a book, picked up a child and placed him on his knees. Sometimes I feel I have inherited his religious feelings from him. I never learned much from abstract ideas; the figures from my childhood and the experiences in the Holocaust are what stand before my eyes and have molded my thoughts.

Appelfeld, from A Table of One's Own