Apparently, I'm Very, Very Popular In Jails.

There Are Two Kinds Of People, Those Who Like To Sleep Next To The Wall, And Those Who Like To Sleep Next To The People Who Push Them Off The Bed.

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

People In Israel Would Write In A High Register, They Wouldn't Write Colloquial Speech. I Do A Special Take On Colloquial Speech. When I Started Writing, I Thought [the Language] Was Telling The Story Of This Country: Old People In A Young Nation, Very Religious, Very Conservative, Very Tight-assed, But Also Very Anarchistic, Very Open-minded. It's All In The Language, And That's One Thing That Doesn't Translate.

The Reason I Write Is That I'm Not In Dialogue With My Emotions; Writing Puts Me In Touch With Myself.

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.