Marxism is always open, always critical, always self-critical.
The only way to keep a dream, any dream at all, to keep a dream perfect and rosy and intact and unsullied is never to live it out.
It is crystal clear to me that if Arabs put down a draft resolution blaming Israel for the recent earthquake in Iran it would probably have a majority, the U. S. would veto it and Britain and France would abstain.
Dreams fulfilled are imperfect.
The gift of literature is that, in some lucky cases, reading a novel or a story makes the reader more curious, more open-minded.
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.
… 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.
Pitchers make adjustments, and it's up to the hitters to readjust and sort of tweak what they do.
I write a book of poems and then the characters won't go away so I write a play from that.
Don't be a slave to style. Don't take more from the world than you're willing to give back. And learn to undo the perceptions-so heavily promoted by the media-that shopping is a form of therapy and that a purchase is nothing but a victory or a gain.
I always wanted to be a teacher.