Plot is a primitive vulgarity in literature,” said Balph Eubank contemptuously.

She bought all new underwear. She had a horror of being found dead with mended or, worse, unmended underclothes.

They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death.

This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over.

But death&#39;s acquisitive instincts will win.

God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real, without miracle - or instruction.

So an autobiography about death should include, in my case, an account of European Jewry and of Russian and Jewish events - pogroms and flights and murders and the revolution that drove my mother to come here.

Harold Brodkey

Quotes by Harold Brodkey

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Written By Harold Brodkey

Written By Harold Brodkey

Written By Harold Brodkey

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