I Like Smoking Pot, But I'm Not

I Really Believe Hatred Is Not A Primal Emotion, In That You Can't Find It In Nature. It's Basically Some Kind Of Distortion Of Fear.

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."

As A Monogamous Creature, I Feel Sometimes That It Fills Up A Function That Affairs Have In Married People's Life.

In Israel, The Role Of The Writer Is Dictated By The Language In Which You Write. Writers See Themselves As Cultural Prophets.

His Whole Body Was Completely Still, Except The Wings, Which Were Still Fluttering A Little, Like When Someone Dies. That's When He Finally Understood That Of All The Things The Angel Had Told Him, Nothing Was True. That He Wasn't Even An Angel, Just A Liar With Wings.