Teach yourself to work in uncertainty.
BERNARD MALAMUDYou could not pity anything if you weren’t a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.
More Bernard Malamud Quotes
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I love metaphor. It provides two loaves where there seems to be one. Sometimes it throws in a load of fish.
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Overnight business could go down enough to hurt; yet as a rule it slowly recovered-sometimes it seemed to take forever-went up, not high enough to be really up, only not down.
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Of course it would cost something, but he was an expert in cutting corners; and when there were no more corners left he would make circles rounder.
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If your train’s on the wrong track every station you come to is the wrong station.
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There are no wrong books. What’s wrong is the fear of them.
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Somewhere I put it this way: first drafts are for learning what one’s fiction wants him to say. Revision works with that knowledge to enlarge and enhance an idea, to reform it. Revision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing.
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We have in my country (Russia) a quotation: “It is impossible to make out of apology a fur coat.
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We didn’t starve but nobody ate chicken unless we were sick or the chicken was.
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The idea is to get the pencil moving quickly.
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We’re persecuted in the most civilized languages.
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All men are Jews, though few men know it.
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Comedy, I imagine, is harder to do consistently than tragedy, but I like it spiced in the wine of sadness.
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You write by sitting down and writing. There’s no particular time or place—you suit yourself, your nature.
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A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.
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Writers who can’t invent stories often substitute style for narrative. They remind me of the painter who couldn’t paint people, so he painted chairs.
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