We always knew how to honor fallen soldiers. They were killed for our sake, they went out on our mission. But how are we to mourn a random man killed in a terrorist attack while sitting in a cafe? How do you mourn a housewife who got on a bus and never returned?

One of the dreams of Zionism was to be a bridge. Instead, we are creating exclusion between the East and the West instead of creating bridges; we are contributing to the conflict between East and West by our stupid desire to have more.

And this is one of the major questions of our lives: how we keep boundaries, what permission we have to cross boundaries, and how we do so.

Intimate relationships are a gold mine for literature to explore, to understand, to describe.

The most difficult and complicated part of the writing process is the beginning.

I don't think that when Zionism began there was a claim that we were losing - even in part - our capacity to contribute to other peoples.

Traveling is one expression of the desire to cross boundaries.