I Think That, In Hebrew, It's Like

Most Of Them Were Murderers. But When I Went There To Talk, They Were The Nicest People. I Did A Reading. I Said, "thank You," And Then They Said To Me, "could You Talk Some More?" And I Said, "why?" And They Answered, "most Of Us Are In Solitary Confinement, So The Moment You Finish Talking, They Take Us Back To Our Cells. We Like Hanging Out Here Together."

In America, Where Writers Are Preoccupied With The Craft Of Writing, I Always Try To Introduce This Concept Of The Badly Written Good Story. Turning The Hierarchy Around And Putting Passion On Top And Not Craft, Because When You Just Focus On Craft, You Can Write Something That Is Very Sterile.

I See Creative-writing Classes As Some Sort Of Aa Meeting. It Is More Of A Support Group For People Who Write Than An Actual Course In Which You Learn Writing Skills. This Support Group Is Extremely Important Because There Is Something Very Lonely About Writing.

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

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.