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.
BERNARD MALAMUDWriters 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.
BERNARD MALAMUDThe past exudes legend: one can’t make pure clay of time’s mud. There is no life that can be recaptured wholly; as it was.Which is to say that all biography is ultimately fiction.
BERNARD MALAMUDThe purpose of freedom is to create it for others.
BERNARD MALAMUDWriting is a mode of being. If I write I live.
BERNARD MALAMUDYou could not pity anything if you weren’t a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.
BERNARD MALAMUDOvernight 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.
BERNARD MALAMUDAll my life I wanted to accomplish something worthwhile-a thing people will say took a little something.
BERNARD MALAMUDI love metaphor. It provides two loaves where there seems to be one. Sometimes it throws in a load of fish.
BERNARD MALAMUDAs long as a man stays alive he can’t tell what chances will pop up next. But a dead man signs no checks.
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 MALAMUDA 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.
BERNARD MALAMUDTo any writer: Teach yourself to work in uncertainty. Many writers are anxious when they begin, or try something new.
BERNARD MALAMUDPolitics isn’t in my nature.
BERNARD MALAMUDThose who write about life, reflect about life. you see in others who you are.
BERNARD MALAMUDI work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.
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 MALAMUD