Dreams Fulfilled Are Imperfect.

My Dream Is Much More Modest Than The Dreams Of The Founding Fathers. My Dream Is For Israel To Live In Peace With Its Neighbors And At Peace With Itself. This Will Be Sufficient For Me.

Almost Every Modern Literary Form Existed In Hebrew Two Thousand Years Ago. And, Yes, It Existed Even During The Middle Ages.

If People Are Pro-israel, They Are Pro-israel One-hundred-and-twenty Percent. If They Are Anti-israel Or Pro-palestinian, They Tend To Be Pro-palestinian One-hundred-and-twenty Percent.

That's My Gutsy Advice To Any Young Writer: Write Only About What You Know Well.

… That Sour Blend Of Loneliness And Lust For Recognition, Shyness And Extravagance, Deep Insecurity And Self-intoxicated Egomania, That Drives Poets And Writers Out Of Their Rooms To Seek Each Other Out, To Rub Shoulders With One Another, Bully, Joke, Condescend, Feel Each Other, Lay A Hand On A Shoulder Or An Arm Round A Waist, To Chat And Argue With Little Nudges, To Spy A Little, Sniff Out What Is Cooking In Other Pots, Flatter, Disagree, Collude, Be Right, Take Offence, Apologise, Make Amends, Avoid Each Other, And Seek Each Other’s Company Again.