Israel is a fulfilled dream. Nothing that exists here existed here a hundred years ago. "The State of the Jews" was not a title of a country. It was a title of a futuristic novel. A little more than a hundred years ago, "Tel Aviv" was not a city. It was a title of another novel written by the same author. The "Return to Zion" was a name of another novel. There was a bookshelf. There was no state. There was no nation. All you can see, if you look through the window - everything you see is a fulfillment of dreams, different dreams.

That's my gutsy advice to any young writer: write only about what you know well.

Now, Israel is a fulfillment, and as a fulfillment, it is flawed. The fact that it is flawed is not so much a testimony about the failures of Israel. No, it is a testimony about the nature of dreams.

In the same way in which music is made of notes and a painting is made of lines of colors, the matter of literature are words.

The actual gap between Labor, Likud and the new central party is microscopic.

I'm not sure I'm happy with words such as "task" or "role" when they are attached to literature.

I often write about reconciling. Reconciling, or maybe half-reconciling between antagonists, between people who are deadly enemies.