“Do you remember Zhitomir, Vasily? Do you remember the Teterev, Vasily, and that evening when the Sabbath, the young Sabbath tripped stealthily along the sunset, her little red heel treading on the stars? THe slender horn of the moon bathed… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
A well-thought-out story doesn’t need to resemble real life. Life itself tries with all its might to resemble a well-crafted story. — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place. — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
“We slept, all six of us, beneath a wooden roof that let in the stars, warming one another, our legs intermingled. I dreamed: and… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
For me the whole world is like a gigantic theater in which I am the only spectator without opera glasses. The orchestra plays the… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
There is no iron that can enter the human heart with such stupefying effect, as a period placed at just the right moment. — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
“No iron spike can pierce a human heart as icily as a period in the right place.” — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
“Do you remember Zhitomir, Vasily? Do you remember the Teterev, Vasily, and that evening when the Sabbath, the young Sabbath tripped stealthily along the… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
She would lift her peignoir above her knees and say to her husband: 'Give baby a kiss...' — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
No iron can pierce the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time. — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
When a phrase is born, it is both good and bad at the same time. The secret of its success rests in a crux… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
