“There’s nothing more frustrating than getting nuked while you’re putting the soap in the dishwasher.”

“The Seven Good Years” is Etgar Keret’s memoir about the seven years between the birth of his son and the death of his father.

“His small, perpetually dirty hands with their closely-clipped nails fumble… but then he grabs one of the stuffed animals and hurls it at me.”

“I sit at the entrance of the labyrinth / in which my country has vanished. / I don’t know why my country is lost / or what I should do to reclaim it.”

“Just you look, my boy, take a very good look, son, take it all in, because you won’t forget this night to your dying day…”