A Jew without Jews, without Judaism, without Zionism, without Jewishness, without a temple or an army or even a pistol, a Jew clearly without a home, just the object itself, like a glass or an apple.
A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die.
A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy until they die!
Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.
Fear tends to manifest itself much more quickly than greed, so volatile markets tend to be on the downside. In up markets, volatility tends to gradually decline.
History... is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
I cannot and do not live in the world of discretion, not as a writer, anyway. I would prefer to, I assure you - it would make life easier. But discretion is, unfortunately, not for novelists.
I write fiction and I'm told it's autobiography, I write autobiography and I'm told it's fiction, so since I'm so dim and they're so smart, let them decide what it is or it isn't.
Is an intelligent human being likely to be much more than a large-scale manufacturer of misunderstanding?
It isn't that you subordinate your ideas to the force of the facts in autobiography but that you construct a sequence of stories to bind up the facts with a persuasive hypothesis that unravels your history's meaning.
Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.
Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.
The Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy and will remain a fifteen-year-old until they die.
The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.
Undermining experience, embellishing experience, rearranging and enlarging experience into a species of mythology.
Unless one is inordinately fond of subordination, one is always at war.
When you publish a book, it's the world's book. The world edits it.
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