You only trust those who are absolutely like yourself, those who have signed a pledge of allegiance to this particular identity.
On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag, or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five rubles.
One reason to write a poem is to flush from the deep thickets of the self some thought, feeling, comprehension, question, music, you didn’t know was in you, or in the world.
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Suffering without understanding in this life is a heap worse than suffering when you have at least the grain of an idea what it’s all for.
There is a new venue for theory, necessarily impure, where it emerges in and as the very event of cultural translation. This is not the displacement of theory by historicism, nor a simple historicization of theory that exposes the contingent limits of its more generalizable claims.
You heard on all sides that the brightest Jewish children were turned down if the examining officers did not like the turn of their noses.
Masculine and feminine roles are not biologically fixed but socially constructed.
You can’t write an image, a metaphor, a story, a phrase, without leaning a little further into the shared world, without recognizing that your supposed solitude is at every point of its perimeter touching some other.
Identifying Israel with Jewry obscures the existence of the small but important post-Zionist movement in Israel, including the philosophers Adi Ophir and Anat Biletzki, the sociologist Uri Ram, the professor of theatre Avraham Oz and the poet Yitzhak Laor.