“Being born a Jew meant being vulnerable to history, including its worst errors. Accident and history had involved Yakov Bok as he… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
I for one believe that not enough has been made of the tragedy of the destruction of 6 million Jews. Somebody has… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
Ithink Isaid'All menare Jews excepttheydon't know it.'I doubt I expected anyone to take the statement literally. But I think it's an understandable… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
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 Malamud Copy Share Image
We have two lives... the life we learn with and the life we live after that. Suffering is what brings us towards happiness. — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
“Leo hurried up to bed and hid under the covers. Under the covers he thought his life through. Although he soon fell asleep he… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
First drafts are for learning what your novel or story is about. Revision is working with that knowledge to enlarge and enhance an idea,… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
“Her face deeply moved him. Why, he could at first not say. It gave him the impression of youth--spring flowers, yet age--a sense of… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
I am somewhat of a meliorist. That is to say, I act as an optimist because I find I cannot act at all, as… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
The great thing about writing: Stay with it ... ultimately you teach yourself something very important about yourself. — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
We didn't starve, but we didn't eat chicken unless we were sick, or the chicken was — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
As long as a man stays alive he can't tell what chances will pop up next. But a dead man signs no checks. — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
“So sleep now, without fear for your life, and if you should ever manage to get out of prison, keep in mind that the… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
Children 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 Copy Share Image
