David Grossman > Quotes

“The primary urge that motivates and engenders writing...is the writer's desire to invent and tell a story, and to know himself. But the more I write, the more I feel the force of the other urge, which collaborates with and completes the first one: the desire to know the Other from within him. To feel what it means to be another person. To be able to touch, if only for a moment, the blaze that burns within another human being.”
― David Grossman

“Tamar noticed that she had never met a person she felt so comfortable being silent with.”
― David Grossman, Someone to Run With

“Non sai di quante allusioni a te sia pieno il mondo.”
― David Grossman, Be My Knife

“What do people see in me on the first impression? Can they still see what I was until not long ago? Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?”
― David Grossman, A Horse Walks into a Bar

“Bisognerebbe chiarire una volta per tutte perché "un momento brutto" può andare avanti per mesi, mentre un momento di grazia dura sempre e soltanto un momento.”
― David Grossman, Be My Knife

“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.

You'd be my model, but for words.”
― David Grossman, To the End of the Land

“Prometto che non ti scriverò e che non cercherò di mettermi in contatto con te. Non ti importunerò mai più. A malincuore chiuderò la porta che ti ho aperto con tanta gioia. Ma se per qualche motivo deciderai di tornare da me, devi sapere che in questa fase della mia vita ho bisogno della tua disponibilità più completa e della tua capacità di comprensione più profonda. Ho bisogno che tu fluisca liberamente verso di me, senza alcun ostacolo esterno. Ne ho bisogno come dell'aria che respiro. Se non puoi donarmi tutto questo, non venire. Davvero: non venire. Perché probabilmente mi sono sbagliata sul tuo conto...
(David Grossman, Che tu sia per me il coltello)”
― David Grossman

“More than anything, more than anything she had with him, she missed the language they had invented, the likes of which she had never had nor would again. The thoughts and ideas he had birthed in her, his golden touch, and the words that erupted from her and became sparks of light to him.”
― David Grossman, Her Body Knows

“I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I am not frozen and paralyzed before the predator. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them, but maybe, more than anything else, it is myself that I am now digging up.”
― David Grossman, Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics

“I like to do things that frighten me. When I’m afraid, I understand more things. I want the feeling... All my instincts cry out against it, every morning anew. Then I say, ‘I should do it. If I don’t do it, no one will do it for me.”
― David Grossman

“And there will be a time, not for long, a month is enough, or a week, when every single person will be able to completely fulfill what they were meant to be—everything their bodies and souls have offered them, not what other people have dumped on them.”
― David Grossman, To the End of the Land

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

“Cosa credi? Che voglia stare sola? Ma sono fatta così, non riesco ad avvicinarmi veramente a nessuno. È un dato di fatto. È come se mi mancasse quella parte d'anima che si incastra negli altri, come nel Lego. Che si unisce veramente a qualcun altro. Alla fine tutto cade a pezzi. Famiglia, amici. Non resta più niente.”
― David Grossman, Someone to Run With

“I write. I give intimate private names to an external and foreign world. In a sense, I make it mine. In a sense, I return from feeling exiled and foreign to feeling at home. By doing so, I am already making a small change in what appeared to me earlier as unchangeable. Also, when I describe the impermeable arbitrariness that signs my destiny — arbitrariness at the hands of a human being, or arbitrariness at the hands of fate — I suddenly discover new nuances, subtleties. I discover that the mere act of writing about arbitrariness allows me to feel a freedom of movement in relation to it. That by merely facing up to arbitrariness I am granted freedom — maybe the only freedom a man may have against any arbitrariness: the freedom to put your tragedy into your own words. The freedom to express yourself differently, innovatively, before that which threatens to chain and bind one to arbitrariness and its limited, fossilizing definitions.”
― David Grossman, Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics

“voglio che tu sappia tutto di me, voglio che tu mi conosca nella mia nudità, nei miei piccoli calcoli e nelle mie ansie meschine, nella mia stupidità, nelle mie vergogne e nella mia infamia.”
― David Grossman, Che tu sia per me il coltello

“You describe your reality in the highest resolution even when it’s a nightmare and in doing so, you live your own life, not a cliche others have formulated for you.”
― David Grossman

“E' una legge non scritta: chi vuole starmi vicino deve assumersi la responsabilità della mia anima.”
― David Grossman, Be My Knife

“Мама винаги ме държеше за челото, когато повръщах. За пръв път в живота си повръщах сам.”
― David Grossman, Komt een paard de kroeg binnen

“I write, and I feel how the correct and precise use of words is sometimes like a remedy to an illness. Like a contraption for purifying the air, I breathe in and exhale the murkiness and manipulations of linguistic scoundrels and language rapists of all shades and colors. I write and I feel how the tenderness and intimacy I maintain with language, with its different layers, its eroticism and humor and soul, give me back the person I used to be, me, before my self became nationalized and confiscated by the conflict, by governments and armies, by despair and tragedy.”
― David Grossman, Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics

“again, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete insight: her voice was her place in the world, the home she leaves in the morning and returns to at night, in which she can be herself in her entirety and hope to be loved for all that she is and in spite of all she is.”
― David Grossman, Someone to Run With

“Dopo aver fatto l'amore, dormiremo abbracciati. La tua schiena contro il mio ventre. E io stringerò le dita dei piedi attorno alle tue caviglie, come delle mollette, perché tu non possa volar via la notte. Saremo come un'immagine in un libro di scienze: un frutto tagliato a metà, tu la buccia e io il torsolo.”
― David Grossman, Be My Knife

“and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am”
― David Grossman, Her Body Knows

“Three men!” he yells, holding up three fingers. “An Italian, a Frenchman, and a Jew sit in a bar talking about how they pleasure their women. The Frenchman says: ‘Me, I slather my mademoiselle from head to toe with butter from Normandy, and after she comes she screams for five minutes.’ The Italian says: ‘Me, when I bang my signora, first of all I spread her whole body from top to bottom with olive oil that I buy in this one village in Sicily, and she keeps screaming for ten minutes after she comes.’ The Jewish guy’s mute. Nothing. The Frenchman and the Italian look at him: ‘What about you?’ ‘Me?’ says the Jew. ‘I slather my Golda with schmaltz, and after she comes she screams for an hour.’ ‘An hour?’ The Frenchman and the Italian can’t believe their ears: ‘What exactly do you do to her?’ ‘Oh,’ says the Jew, ‘I wipe my hands on the curtains.’ ”
― David Grossman, A Horse Walks into a Bar

“Because even after fifty-six years of independent sovereignty, still the earth trembles beneath Israel's feet. Israel has not yet managed to establish among its citizens the sense that this place is their home. They may feel that Israel is their fortress, but still not truly their home.”
― David Grossman, Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics

“Un tempo piangevo moltissimo ed ero pieno di speranze. Oggi rido parecchio, un riso disilluso.”
― David Grossman, Someone to Run With

“That's the only way I can somehow get close to it, to that goddamn it, without it killing me, you know? I have to dance around in front of it, I have to move, not freeze like a mouse who sees a snake. I have to feel, even just for a minute, for half a second, the last free place I may still have inside me, the fraction of a spark that still somehow glows inside, which that lousy it couldn't extinguish. Ugh! I have no other way. You have to get that: I have no other way. And maybe there is no other way, huh? I don't know, and you wouldn't understand, so at least write it down, quick. I want to knead it--yes, it, the thing that happened, the thing that struck like lightening and burned everything I had, including the words, goddamn it and its memory, the bastard burned the words that could have described it for me. And I have to mix it up with some part of me. I must, from deep inside me, and then exhale into it with my pathetic breath so I can try and make it a bit--how can I explain this to you--a bit mine, mine...Because a part of me, of mine, already belongs to it, deep inside it, in its damn prison, so there might be an opening, we might be able to haggle...What? Write it down, you criminal! Don't stop writing. You stand there staring at me? Now that I've finally managed to get out a single word about it, and breathe...I have to create characters. That's what I want, what I need. I must, it's always like that with me. Characters that flow into the story, swarm it, that can maybe air out my cell a little and surprise it--and me. Yes, I want them to betray me, betray it, the motherfucker. I want them to jump it from this side and the other and from every direction...just so long as they make it budge even one millimeter, that's enough, so that at least it moves a little on my page, so it twitches,
and just
makes it not
so
so impossible
to

anything.”
― David Grossman, Falling Out of Time

“… отново ми шепне майка ми в ухото, спомни си, че на всеки човек му е отпуснато да живее малко време и това малко време трябва да му е приятно.”
― David Grossman, Komt een paard de kroeg binnen

“Als dat klopt, als je je echt tussen haakjes voelt, laat mij dan tenminste ook binnen. De rest van de wereld mag buiten blijven, laat de wereld maar de factor buiten de haakjes zijn waarmee wij binnen vermenigvuldigd worden.”
― David Grossman, Be My Knife

“Telling secrets to a writer is like embracing a pickpocket.”
― David Grossman, Her Body Knows