So, just like My Little Dog learns to do its business outside, I am learning to live with dualism.

One can forgive betrayal in love, but not in friendship.

But he’s not with me anymore, so whether it’s fucking Purim or some damn joyful month of Adar, what difference does it make?

If They have been forgotten, if even I am succumbing to routine, then we are utterly screwed.

Let me introduce you to Love; it’s dull, so we will kill it. I claim that any infatuation can be cured.

Sometimes I imagine that I could become a consul, diplomat, or maybe even an ambassador.

For one more house party, one more time skipping class, one more cigarette, smoked for the first time…

Everything is beautiful, wonderful, simply magnificent. I don’t go outside, because I don’t have to want to.

We have only one life; should we go through it bearing just one name all the time? Wouldn't that be as boring as having only one lover?

And what if, instead of pretending to be better than others, I reconcile with reality and start conquering the World?

Please don’t misunderstand me, I’m still in love with the arms industry and technologies. But should we necessarily use them?

I would have written Nasrallah, Farewell!, but I despised that rat too much to be polite. This is the most wonderful Shabbat of my life.

Last week, despite having texts prepared in advance, I didn’t publish the scheduled Columns.

In the era of DNA research, would we have survived as a lineage, as an ethnic group, as nobility?

You may know nothing about life and yet live it in the happiest way, having everything in life.

Everyone should try trading. And the more of you lose, the more I will earn. So you won’t hear a single good piece of advice from me.

They would sit in dark, dirty rooms, at sticky little computers, with hands in their pants like spring rabbits.

In that bar, a Palestinian had shot at people the previous week.

Instead of a ticket to Gan Eden, he gained a new ear piercing. In fact, it's his first one, unless he has some in less visible places.

Just because a loved one has a disease doesn't mean we can stop showing respect to people around us.