I don’t think you can do anything for anyone without giving up something of your own.
BERNARD MALAMUDI don’t think you can do anything for anyone without giving up something of your own.
BERNARD MALAMUDRevision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing.
BERNARD MALAMUDThe first draft of a book is the most uncertain-where you need guts, the ability to accept the imperfect until it is better.
BERNARD MALAMUDChildren were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.
BERNARD MALAMUDOne often feels helpless in the face of the confusion of these times, such a mass of apparently uncontrollable events and experiences to live through, attempt to understand.
BERNARD MALAMUDTomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.
BERNARD MALAMUDNo use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.
BERNARD MALAMUDWhen I don’t feel hurt, I hope they bury me.
BERNARD MALAMUDA man had to learn, it was his nature.
BERNARD MALAMUDWe can’t all be friends and relatives as the world is; most of us have to be strangers.
BERNARD MALAMUDThe short story packs a self in a few pages predicating a lifetime
BERNARD MALAMUDIt’s one thing for a man not to know, not to have learned; it’s another not to be able to live by what one does know.
BERNARD MALAMUDWe have in my country (Russia) a quotation: “It is impossible to make out of apology a fur coat.
BERNARD MALAMUDA man has to construct, invent, his freedom.
BERNARD MALAMUDYou could not pity anything if you weren’t a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.
BERNARD MALAMUDOne’s fantasy goes for a walk and returns with a bride.
BERNARD MALAMUD