Things can be translated, but they become different.
Every decent man had to be against fascism, period.
Do not cut lose from your longings - for what are we without our longings?
Literature belongs first and foremost to the language in which it is being written.
Out there, in the world, all the walls were covered with graffiti: "Yids, go back to Palestine," so we came back to Palestine, and now the worldatlarge shouts at us: "Yids, get out of Palestine."
Everybody comes from somewhere.