Quotes from Edmond Jabes

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night.

God, on the other side of my table, composes His book whose smoke envelops me: for the flame of my candle is His pen.

Silence is no weakness of language. It is, on the contrary, its strength. It is the weakness of words not to know this.

I talked to you about the difficulty of being Jewish, which is the same as the difficulty of writing. For Judaism and writing are but the same waiting, the same hope, the same wearing out.

For the writer, discovering the work he will write is both like a miracle and a wound, like the miracle of the wound.

How could an argument soothe or settle a controversy when every word is a nest for a bird of doubt? (meaning of words as inferences)

What is not grasped has all the chances to become real.