Maybe In The General Scheme

He Felt Full Of A Dense And Sour Substance That Was Blocking His Chest, And It Wasn't Grief. After All Those Years, Life Now Seemed Like No More Than A Trap, A Maze, Not Even A Maze, Just A Room That Was All Walls, No Door.

My First And Biggest Love Was Always Fiction Writing. But It Is A Very Lonely Pastime.

For Me Taking A Pragmatic Decision When It Comes To Art Is Almost An Oxymoron. The Reason I First Picked Up A Pen And Wrote A Story Had Nothing Pragmatic In It.

I Think Living In Israel And Wanting To Change Reality Is The Best Prescription For Never-ending Writer's Block.

This Idea Where, In This Safe Haven For Jews, Jews Will Threaten To Kill Other Jews, It Wasn't In The Brochure.