A meshummed gives up one God for another. I don't want either. We live in a world where the clock ticks fast while he's on his timeless mountain staring in space. He doesn't see us and he doesn't care. Today I want my piece of bread, not in Paradise.
Bernard MalamudIf the stories come, you get them written, you're on the right track. Eventually everyone learns his or her own best way. The real mystery to crack is you.
Bernard MalamudBut she had recently come to think that in such unhappy times--when the odds were so high against personal happiness--to find love was miraculous, and to fulfill it as best two people could was what really mattered.
Bernard MalamudTag: love
He remembered how satisfied he had been as a youngster, and that with the little he had had - a dog, a stick, an aloneness he loved (which did not bleed him like his later loneliness), and he wished he could have lived longer in his boyhood. This was an old thought with him.
Bernard MalamudFirst drafts are for learning what your novel or story is about. Revision is working with that knowledge to enlarge
Bernard MalamudLife, despite their frantic yoohooings, had passed them by.
Bernard MalamudWonderboy flashed in the sun. It caught the sphere it was biggest. A noise like a twenty-one gun salute cracked the sky. There was a straining, ripping sound and a few drops of rain spattered to the ground somebody then shouted it was raining cats and dogs. By the time of Roy got in from second he was wading in water ankle deep.
Bernard MalamudA writer is a spectator, looking at everything with a highly critical eye.
Bernard MalamudThere comes a time in a (wo)man's life when to get where (s)he has to -- if there are no doors or windows -- he walks through a wall.
Bernard MalamudTag: inspirational
The wild begins where you least expect it, one step off your normal course
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