Donna A.

“Thousands of years ago,” he told her, as if sharing a secret, “a Chinaman went out to be alone in nature. He gathered some herbs, tested them on himself, mixed and concocted and poisoned himself seventy times, since every medicinal plant is also a poison depending on how it is used. That day he was boiling water for himself over a fire built on sticks. A breeze blew leaves from a nearby hill and some of them fell into the boiling water. And that is how, according to the legend, the world’s first cup of tea was born.”
― Anat Talshir, About the Night

“Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition

“I’ll always remain a Jew,” Lila had said, unbending. “Yes,” he said. “You have what’s yours and I have what’s mine, and nothing will be stamped out. But our relationship creates a new religion, our own.” “My parents brought me up to believe that I am a descendant of the chosen people,” she told him. “And you needn’t change that,” he said. “But try to find what we have in common, not what’s different between us. You’re a patriot, and I respect you for that. But we’ve found something that is ours and isn’t dependent on any other idea.”
― Anat Talshir, About the Night

“She forgot his name, or maybe she had not learned it, but his clever brown eyes and his strong but delicate hands and his bronzed skin and the warm timbre of his voice were etching themselves onto her.”
― Anat Talshir, About the Night