Life Is One Heck Of An Invention.

Writing Is A Way Of Living Other Lives. It Is A Way Of Expanding Your Life. It's Not Actually Living A Different Life, It Just Means That You're Hungry For Life. There Are So Many Things You Want To Do.

The Moment That You Have A Child - That You Know That When He'll Turn 18, He'll Join The Army And Go There For Three Years Of Compulsory Service - Then You Can't Help Yourself Of Thinking About The Future - Speculating About It, Dreading It Or Even Being - Trying To Be More Active To Change It And Improve It.

I Don't Have Facebook Or Twitter Accounts Yet. Being A Compulsive Storyteller, I Always Make Up For Myself Discouraging Stories About How Such Accounts Will Get Me Into Embarrassing And Time-consuming Situations.

My Mother, For Example, Told The German Officer Not To Kill Her. She'd Make It Worth His While. And Then, When They Were Doing It, She Pulled A Knife Out Of Her Belt And Sliced Open His Chest, Just Like She Used To Open Chicken Breasts To Stuff With Rice For The Sabbath Meal.

My Father - I Once Asked Him What Was His Greatest Achievement. He Said His Greatest Achievement Was That He Fought In Five Wars In The Infantry, Always On The Front Line, And Never Hurt Anybody.