I never promised I would write the truth. I
I cannot say that I have faith anymore. Hope, perhaps. We have agreed that it will do for now.
I mean the beauty of being a writer is it's not like being a swimmer. When they were talking about our Olympic swimmers and they'd say, 'Oh she's so old,' and she's all of 25 or something. So the beau...
Women had been sent back home, to manufacture male babies and avoid waste in household expenditures.
Month—the money gives the women at least a small degree of discretion in spending and the prestige that comes from contributing to the family budget.
Well, from what you’ve told me, the book has survived the same human disaster over and over again. Think about it. You’ve got a society where people tolerate difference, like Spain in the Convivencia,...
Wealthy women who wanted to keep fit maintained well-equipped gyms in their homes and hired personal trainers. The rest led completely sedentary lives.
This was a woman raised in a turbulent house, who had learned early to master herself.
This is called My Youth in Vienna. It's a very nice edition--an association copy, Schnitzler to his Latin master, one Johann Auer, 'with thanks for the Auerisms.' [...] Here he apologizes for writing...
Perhaps it was pride, merely, to seek these souls that God had chosen to abandon. Perhaps it was in itself a sin….
Only one god. Strange, that you English, who gather about you so many things, are content with one only.
It was a lengthy text, setting out the perfidies of the Jews and the insufficiency of measures so far taken to stop their corruption of Christian belief. Therefore we command…all Jews and Jewesses, of...
In any case, the manifesto states that a Jew is without honour from the day of his birth. That he cannot differentiate between what is dirty and what is clean. That he is ethically subhuman and dishon...
How was it that he could remember not remembering, and yet the fugitive facts themselves remained so elusive? How could he misplace the skills of a lifetime? Where did such knowledge go?
How strange it is, Anna. Yesterday, I have filed in my mind as a good day, notwithstanding it was filled with mortal illness and the grieving of the recently bereft. Yet it is a good day, for the simp...
He was not afraid of silence, which most of us will rush to fill.
He was not afraid of silence, which most of us will rush to fill. And this, too: our holiest men have always gone into the wilderness to hear the voice of the Name. Avram
Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.
By the time the seasons turned through four more reapings, he had been crowned king of Yudah. By the time I was counted a man, he had added the crown of the kingdom of Israel
But while I fill up my mouth with prayers, they bring no comfort. My words rattle against each other like the last beech leaves on a winter branch, and though a hard wind scours the forest, it cannot...