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Quotes by Israeli Authors
"You're very welcome," she said, giving my hair a hard tug. "You should be used to being gawked at by now.""And yet I'm not.""Well, if it gets too bad, give me a signal, and I'll get up on the banquet table, toss my skirt over my head, and do a little dance. That way no one will be looking at you."
"If we eat any food, or drink any beverage, we must recite a blessing over them before and after."
"The question of boundaries is a major question of the Jewish people because the Jews are the great experts of crossing boundaries. They have a sense of identity inside themselves that doesn't permit them to cross boundaries with other people."
"Nina would never let Kaz abandon her. She'd fight with everything she had to free Inej even if she was still in the grips of Parem. Matthias would stand by her with that great heart full of honor."
"The most difficult and complicated part of the writing process is the beginning."
"I believe however that peace is attainable regardless of the Arabs mentality, society or government."
"The beginnings of my studies also came to me from my father, as well as from the Rabbinical Judge of our town. But they were preceded by three tutors under whom I studied, one after the other, from the time I was three and a half till I turned eight and a half."
"I just know there's no way to live without pain - no matter how long or short your life is. People let you down. You get hurt and do damage in return."
"She'd shown him in a thousand ways that she was honorable and strong and generous and very human, maybe even more vividly human than anyone he'd ever known. And if she was, then Grisha weren't inherently evil. They were like anyone else-full of the potential to do great good, and also great harm. To ignore that would make Matthias the monster."
"I think the hard work of writing is just how long a book is terrible before it's good."
"He swept the red cloak around Inej's shoulders in a rain of petals and blossoms as she continued to strap on her knives. She looked almost as startled as the flower seller."What?" he asked as he tossed her a Mister Crimson mask that matched his own."Those were my mother's favorite flower.""Good to know Van Eck didn't cure you of sentiment.""Nice to be back, Kaz.""Good to have you back, Wraith."
"And this is one of the major questions of our lives: how we keep boundaries, what permission we have to cross boundaries, and how we do so."
"The fate of the singers who, like my songs, went up in flame was also the fate of the books which I later wrote. All of them went up in flame to Heaven in a fire which broke out one night at my home in Bad Homburg as I lay ill in a hospital."
"I'll get them out and come back. I promise.""On your word as a cutthroat and a pirate?"He touched my cheek once, briefly. "Privateer."Another explosion rocked the grounds."Let's go!" shouted Mal.As we sprinted into the tunnel, I glanced back and saw Nikolai silhouetted against the purple twilight. I wondered if I'd ever see him again."
"I miss a good cup of tea, dancing, boys- definitely not rain.""We dance," Diana protested.Maeve had just laughed. "You dance differently when you know you won't live forever."
"This goes to show you that sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and that those meant to love us most are not always ones who do."
"I'd learned to avoid mirrors. They never seemed to show me what I wanted to see."
"After all my possessions had been burned, God gave me the wisdom to return to Jerusalem."
"Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?""Guns?" asked Jesper."Ships?" queried Inej."Bombs?" suggested Wylan. "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered."
"At the same time, as you know, unless you are a comic book reader, Daredevil is not a known thing."
"Not every man remembers the name of the cow which supplied him with each drop of milk he has drunk."
"And what god do you serve, then?"Whichever will grant me good fortune. "I don't think gods work that way. "I don't think I care."
"And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he could read my thoughts, he pressed a hand to my shoulder. His fingers were long and white, splaying over my arm like a waxen spider. If the gesture was meant to comfort me, it failed."
"The writer in western civilization has become not a voice of his tribe, but of his individuality. This is a very narrow-minded situation."
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