David Grossman

“He falls quiet again and tries to understand how he can be saying these things, how it can be that his dark…

— David Grossman

“and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place,…

— David Grossman

“Only now, in rhythmic waves, was she struck by her stupidity, her blindness, her estheronautiness , and, above all, her longing, the…

— David Grossman

“again, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete…

— David Grossman

“I write. I give intimate private names to an external and foreign world. In a sense, I make it mine. In a…

— David Grossman

“she poured herself into him wordlessly. Unable to stop, she emptied her very core into him, and yelled and sobbed and laughed…

— David Grossman

“My destiny doomed me to be in this desert land. I will map it.”

— David Grossman

And there will be a time, not for long, a month is enough, or a week, when every single person will be…

— David Grossman

“Tamar noticed that she had never met a person she felt so comfortable being silent with.”

— David Grossman

“What do people see in me on the first impression? ... Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A…

— David Grossman

I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I am not frozen and paralyzed before the predator. I…

— David Grossman

We write. How fortunate we are: The world does not close in on us. The world does not grow smaller.

— David Grossman

“From the minute I saw you with the match in your hand I thought I could tell you anything on my mind.…

— David Grossman

I like to do things that frighten me. When I’m afraid, I understand more things. I want the feeling... All my instincts…

— David Grossman

“...c'è chi non si sente soffocare in una stanza dopo cinquant'anni e c'è a chi non basta un'intera nazione.”

— David Grossman

“She breathes as if he had held her hand and helped her jump over the chasm of that scar.”

— David Grossman

“He played the opening bars again, opening a door for her, inviting her to join. She started quietly, almost voiceless, only a…

— David Grossman

The primary urge that motivates and engenders writing...is the writer's desire to invent and tell a story, and to know himself. But…

— David Grossman

“The passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its…

— David Grossman

“Get up, go and be like him as much as one alive can be like the dead—without dying. Conceive him, yet be…

— David Grossman

“Everything stops in her and sinks into silence. She drives slowly, foggy pictures painted in her mind. She has to open a…

— David Grossman

“What do people see in me on the first impression? Can they still see what I was until not long ago? Is…

— David Grossman

“And the blood pulses hard, too hard, and some sweet internal assailant comes and quickly shreds the muscles of her shoulders and…

— David Grossman

“And he, in his way, talked with her about everything, and shared with her everything, he thought would not be too painful…

— David Grossman

“How could she be feeling the very same streams that rushed around within him? She thought, as they overflowed and lapped inside…

— David Grossman