Isaac Bashevis Singer citations

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“Emmenez-moi à Lublin. Pour l'amour de Dieu! Je ne veux pas être enterré dans le cimetière de Goray!”

“Mais il était ainsi. Il fallait qu'il jouât un nouveau rôle. Il ne s'y retrouvait plus dans le labyrinthe de son caractère qui le faisait juger tour à tour religieux et hérétique, bon et mauvais, hypocrite et sincère. Il pouvait aimer plusieurs femmes en même temps. Alors qu'il était prêt à abjurer sa foi, s'il trouvait une page arrachée d'un livre saint, il la ramassait toujours et la portait à ses lèvres. Chaque être était semblable à une serrure, — munie de sa propre clé. Seul quelqu'un comme lui, Yasha, savait ouvrir toutes les âmes.”

“Strange as these words may sound I often play with the idea that when all the social theories collapse and wars and revolutions leave humanity in utter gloom, the poet — whom Plato banned from his Republic — may rise up to save us all.”

“I started to "write" even before I knew the alphabet. I would dip a pen in ink and scribble. I also liked to draw — horses, houses, dogs. The Sabbath was an ordeal for me, because it is forbidden to write on that day.”

“As often as Herman had witnessed the slaughter of animals and fish, he always had the same thought: in their behavior toward creatures, all men were Nazis. The smugness with which man could do with other species as he pleased exemplified the most extreme racist theories, the principle that might is right.”

“A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise… Because that is how life is — full of surprises.”

“The analysis of character is the highest human entertainment.”

“We write not only for children but also for their parents. They, too, are serious children.”

“I know as a writer how valuable a tool is the wastebasket. Perhaps God throws away many experiments before He finds the right expression. Perhaps we are the discards — or we could be the part He keeps. This mystery is what keeps us all going, to see what happens in the next chapter.”

“Yiddish has not yet said its last word. It contains treasures that have not been revealed to the eyes of the world. It was the tongue of martyrs and saints, of dreamers and Cabalists — rich in humor and in memories that mankind may never forget. In a figurative way, Yiddish is the wise and humble language of us all, the idiom of frightened and hopeful Humanity.”