You see in others who you are.
BERNARD MALAMUDYou can’t eat language but it eases thirst.
More Bernard Malamud Quotes
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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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And if at all possible, give order to; but one must not withdraw from the task if he has some small things to offer – he does so at the risk of diminishing his humanity.
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First drafts are for learning what your story is about.
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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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No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.
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I am somewhat of a meliorist. That is to say, I act as an optimist because I find I cannot act at all, as a pessimist.
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For misery don’t blame God. He gives the food but we cook it.
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There comes a time in a man’s life when to get where he has to go – if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall.
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Reader, I am myself the subject of my book; you would be unreasonable to spend your leisure on so frivolous and so vain a matter.
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Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.
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If you ever forget you are a Jew a goy will remind you.
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There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.
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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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It was all those biographies in me yelling, ‘We want out. We want to tell you what we’ve done to you.’
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The past exudes legend: one can’t make pure clay of time’s mud.
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