It's Kind Of A Reflex For Me

He Felt Full Of A Dense And Sour Substance That Was Blocking His Chest, And It Wasn't Grief. After All Those Years, Life Now Seemed Like No More Than A Trap, A Maze, Not Even A Maze, Just A Room That Was All Walls, No Door.

I Write In A Slangy Colloquial Speech That Has Not Been Common In The Israeli Tradition Of Writing, And That Is One Of The Things That Gets Lost A Little In Translation.

Making Up Characters And Places And Plots, Unlike Fixing Your Plumbing Or Doing Dishes, Is Anything But Practical Or Rational. I Write What Needs To Be Written The Way That Seems Genuinely Right.

In The Last War, People Became Vocal From The Right-wing Point Of View: If You're Liberal, Then You're A Traitor.

For Three Months, A Person Sits And Looks At You, Imagining A Kiss.