But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. ("Hanka")
Isaac Bashevis SingerWe write not only for children but also for their parents. They, too, are serious children.
Isaac Bashevis SingerWhen I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call me a writer.
Isaac Bashevis SingerOne can find in the Yiddish tongue and in the Yiddish spirit expressions of pious joy, lust for life, longing for the Messiah, patience and deep appreciation of human individuality.
Isaac Bashevis Singer