I Think That, In Hebrew, It's Like

I Have To Admit That Talking Authoritatively About My Students' Stories Can Make Me Feel, At Times, Like An Astronaut Who Has Just Landed On A New Planet And Insists On Giving Guided Tours To Its Inhabitants.

The Amazing Thing About An Artistic Collaboration Is That It Is As Intense And Intimate As A Romantic One. Sometimes Even More So.

In My Stories I Can Kiss The Girls I Want To Kiss And Punch The Girls I Want To Punch. Nobody Pays A Price For It.

I Think The Typical Way Is That Usually Holocaust Survivors Are Known To Be Very Quiet And Full Of Anxiety, Many Of Them Don't Like Life, Don't Trust People. But My Parents Were Children During The Holocaust. And My Father Was Very Optimistic.

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.