I Like Smoking Pot, But I'm Not

When I Started Writing My Stories, I Thought That Not Only Nobody Outside My Language, But Nobody Outside My Neighbourhood Would Get Them.

I Remember A Point In [writing] The Story Where I Said, "this Isn't Working, I Should Go And Buy Something At The Supermarket Or My Wife Will Kill Me." Then I Said, "no, I'll Go On."

Even As A Very Young Man, I Knew That My Family Is Like A Plant. Uproot It, And It Will Wilt. Pluck Away At It, And It Will Die. But Leave It To Thrive In The Soil, Untouched, And It Will Weather Both Gods And Winds. It Is Born With The Soil, And It Will Live So Long As The Soil Shall Live.

All My Writing-life People Kept Telling Me That I Should Stop Writing Short Stories And Start Writing Novels: My Agent, My Israeli Publisher, My Foreign Ones, My Bank Manager - They All Felt And Keep Feeling That I'm Doing Something Wrong Here.

I Think There Are Some Artists Whose Works Are Misanthropic.