I listen to my political rivals sometimes with fear and trembling, sometimes with awe, sometimes with near panic, but always with a curiosity of nuances, curiosity for the language, curiosity for the story behind the 'impossible' position.

Israel of the coastal plain, where eight out of ten Israeli Jews live far removed from the occupied territories, from the fiery Jerusalem, from the religious and nationalistic conflicts, is unknown to the outside world, almost unknown to itself.

It is crystal clear to me that if Arabs put down a draft resolution blaming Israel for the recent earthquake in Iran it would probably have a majority, the U.S. would veto it and Britain and France would abstain.

Two children of same cruel parent look at one another and see in each other the image of the cruel parent or the image of their past oppressor. This is very much the case between Jew and Arab: It's a conflict between two victims.

It's heartbreaking to think that the joy of building a family is being dimmed by the economic squeeze young people are feeling.

People see me laughing and telling jokes, but they had no idea after the show was over, I had no joy in my life, in my heart.

Money can be a reflection of our perceptions of power, self-esteem, personal history, fears, and happiness.

Money can't buy happiness. Or put my family back together.