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There Were Lots Of Lies Along The Way In Life. Lies Without Arms, Lies That Were Ill, Lies That Did Harm, Lies That Could Kill. Lies On Foot, Or Behind The Wheel, Black-tie Lies, And Lies That Could Steal.

If You Want To Learn How To Be Happy, You Have To Know What Is Sadness First.

Hebrew Is This Unique Thing That You Cannot Translate To Any Other Language. It Has To Do With Its History.

I Often Give This Metaphor Where I Say That Writing Short Fiction Is Like Surfing, While Writing A Novel Is Like Navigating With Your Car. So When You Navigate With Your Car, You Want To Get Somewhere. When You Surf, You Don't Want To Get Somewhere, You Just Don't Want To Fall Off Your Board.

I Have Always Thought That Heaven Is A Place For People Who Had Had A Good Life, But That Is Not True. God Is Merciful And Way Too Good To Make It So. The Heaven Is Just A Place For People Who Could Not Be Really Happy While Living On Earth. I Was Once Told That People Who Commit Suicide Are Taken Back On Earth To Repeat Life From The Very Beginning Because If They Did Not Like It Once, It Did Not Mean They Would Not Like It The Next Time. But Those Who Did Not Fit In On Earth At All, Ended Up Here. Everyone Comes To Heaven In Their Own Way.