“I write, and I feel how the correct and precise use of words is sometimes like a remedy to an illness. Like a contraption for purifying the air, I breathe in and exhale the murkiness and manipulations of linguistic scoundrels and language rapists of all shades and colors. I write and I feel how the tenderness and intimacy I maintain with language, with its different layers, its eroticism and humor and soul, give me back the person I used to be, me, before my self became nationalized and confiscated by the conflict, by governments and armies, by despair and tragedy.” GivingFeelsWritingPersonsDifferentSoulSelfSometimesUseGovernmentUsedLanguageAirColorConflictDespairGive MeTragedyArmyIllnessBreatheUsed To BeIntimacyManipulationShadeLayersTendernessRemedyPreciseScoundrelsPurifying Author:David Grossman
“The primary urge that motivates and engenders writing...is the writer's desire to invent and tell a story, and to know himself. But the more I write, the more I feel the force of the other urge, which collaborates with and completes the first one: the desire to know the Other from within him. To feel what it means to be another person. To be able to touch, if only for a moment, the blaze that burns within another human being.” IfsKnowsFeelsWritingFirstsHumansMeanPersonsMomentsStoriesAbleDesireForceHuman BeingsPrimariesUrges Author:David Grossman
“I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I am not frozen and paralyzed before the predator. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them, but maybe, more than anything else, it is myself that I am now digging up.” PeopleIfsFeelsWritingCharacterRealityImagineIceFrozenDiggingPredatorParalyzed Author:David Grossman
