In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.
Isaac Bashevis SingerIt seems that the analysis of character is the highest human entertainment. And literature does it, unlike gossip, without mentioning names.
Isaac Bashevis SingerA good writer is basically a story teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind.
Isaac Bashevis Singer