Israel Is A Fulfilled Dream. Nothing That

Of Course My Books Are Translated Into Many Languages. I Have Here, In My Home, Translations On My Shelf Of My Books Into Forty-five Different Languages. Almost None Of Them I Can Read. I Can Read Only The English Editions. But, I Know That A Translation Of A Work Of Literature Is Like Playing A Violin Concerto On The Piano. You Can Do This. You Can Do This Very Successfully On One Strict Condition: Never Try To Force The Piano To Produce The Sounds Of The Violin. This Will Be Grotesque. So, Different Musical Instruments Provide For Different Music.

The Kibbutz Way Of Life Is Not For Everyone. It Is Meant For People Who Are Not In The Business Of Working Harder Than They Should Be Working, In Order To Make More Money Than They Need, In Order To Buy Things They Don't Really Want, In Order To Impress People They Don't Really Like.

Literature Exists Inside The Language. It's Made Of Words.

A Conflict Begins And Ends In The Hearts And Minds Of People, Not In The Hilltops.

I Often Write About Reconciling. Reconciling, Or Maybe Half-reconciling Between Antagonists, Between People Who Are Deadly Enemies. I Write About Reconciliation, But Not As A Miracle, As A Slow, Gradual Process Of Mutual Discovery - Discovering One Another. I Write About Sad, Sober, Sometimes Heart-breaking Compromises.