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.
BERNARD MALAMUDTomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.
More Bernard Malamud Quotes
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The whole history of baseball has the quality of mythology.
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Space plus whatever you feel equals more whatever you feel, marvelous for happiness, God save you otherwise.
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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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Nationality isn’t soul.
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How can we be strangers if we both believe in God?
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(Clothes) cannot change a man’s nature. He’s either kind or he isn’t, with or without clothes.
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You could not pity anything if you weren’t a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.
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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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We’re persecuted in the most civilized languages.
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First drafts are for learning what your story is about.
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The past exudes legend: one can’t make pure clay of time’s mud.
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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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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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A man has to construct, invent, his freedom.
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Some men are by nature explorers; my nature is to stay under the same moon and stars, and if the weather is wet, under the same roof. It’s a strange world, why make it stranger?
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