S. Yizhar

“Elevati dal dolore e dalla tristezza sulla nostra natura malvagia, i due passarono oltre e noi notammo come nel cuore del bimbo stesse succedendo qualcosa per cui, quel medesimo piccolo che ora piangeva sconsolato, una volta cresciuto non sarebbe potuto diventare altro che una vipera.”
― S. Yizhar, Khirbet Khizeh

“Walls that had been attentively decorated with whatever was at hand; a home lined with plaster and a molding painted blue and red; little ornaments that hung on the walls, testifying to a loving care whose foundations had now been eradicated; traces of female-wisdom-hath-builded-her-house, paying close attention to myriad details whose time now had passed; an order intelligible to someone and a disorder in which somebody at his convenience had found his way; remnants of pots and pans that had been collected in a haphazard fashion, as need arose, touched by very private joys and woes that a stranger could not understand; tatters that made sense to someone who was used to them—a way of life whose meaning was lost, diligence that had reached its negation, and a great, very deep muteness had settled upon the love, the bustle, the bother, the hopes, and the good and less-good times, so many unburied corpses.

But we were already tired of seeing things like this, we had no more interest in such things.”
― S. Yizhar