The One Who Swallows Cactuses With Spines

If You Scare Somebody Enough, They Stop Being Rational.

I Write What Needs To Be Written The Way That Seems Genuinely Right. If What Comes Out Of It Are Stories, Then It Is My Vocation To Believe In Them And In The Fact That They'll Interest People And Maybe Affect Their Lives.

Most Of The Jewish Writer Friends I Have Are American, And I Feel Closer To Them Because They're Always Obsessed With One Issue - Identity: What Does It Mean To Be An American Jew?

And She Loved A Man Who Was Made Out Of Nothing. A Few Hours Without Him And Right Away She’d Be Missing Him With Her Whole Body, Sitting In Her Office Surrounded By Polyethylene And Concrete And Thinking Of Him. And Every Time She’d Boil Water For Coffee In Her Ground-floor Office, She’d Let The Steam Cover Her Face, Imagining It Was Him Stroking Her Cheeks, Her Eyelids And She’d Wait For The Day To Be Over, So She Could Go To Her Apartment Building, Climb The Flight Of Stairs, Turn The Key In The Door, And Find Him Waiting For Her, Naked And Still Between The Sheets Of Her Empty Bed.

When I Say A Spoken Hebrew Sentence, Half Of It Is Like The King James Bible And Half Of It Is A Hip-hop Lyric. It Has A Roller-coaster Effect.