I Think Living In Israel

I Think That Becoming A Parent Kind Of Made Me Try To Be More Responsible. And It Made Me Much More Stressful.

I Write In A Slangy Colloquial Speech That Has Not Been Common In The Israeli Tradition Of Writing, And That Is One Of The Things That Gets Lost A Little In Translation.

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.

Hebrew Was Frozen, Like Frozen Peas, Fresh Out Of The Bible.

When I Started Writing My Stories, I Thought That Not Only Nobody Outside My Language, But Nobody Outside My Neighbourhood Would Get Them.