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“It's best to give while your hand is still warm.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Old age isn't a battle: old age is a massacre.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“There’s no remaking reality... Just take it as it comes. Hold your ground and take it as it comes. There’s no other way.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“He was no more, freed from
being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“How much time could you spend staring out the ocean, even if it was the ocean you'd loved since you were a boy?”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“My God, he thought, the man I once was!

The life that surrounded me! The force that was mine! No "otherness" to be felt anywhere! Once upon a time I was a full human being.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Everyone thinks at some time or other that in a hundred years no one now alive will be on earth - the overwhelming force will sweep the place clean.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“For hours after the three consecutive calls—and after the predictable banality and futility of the pep talk, after the attempt to revive the old esprit by reviving memories of his colleagues' lives, by trying to find things to say to buck up the hopeless and bring them back from the brink—what he wanted to do was not only to phone and speak to his daughter, whom he found in the hospital with Phoebe, but to revive his own esprit by phoning and talking to his mother and father. Yet what he'd learned was nothing when measured against the inevitable onslaught that is the end of life. Had he been aware of the mortal suffering of every man and woman he happened to have known during all his years of professional life, of each one's painful story of regret and loss and stoicism, of fear and panic and isolation and dread, had he learned of every last thing they had parted with that had once been vitally theirs and of how, systematically, they were being destroyed, he would have had to stay on the phone through the day and into the night, making another hundred calls at least. Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“True, he had chosen to live alone, but not unbearably alone. The worst of being unbearably alone was that you had to bear it - either that or you were sunk. You had to work hard to prevent your mind from sabotaging you by its looking hungrily back at the superabundant past.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“They were just bones, bones in a box, but their bones were his bones,
and he stood as close to the bones as he could, as though the proximity
might link him up with them and mitigate the isolation born of losing his
future and reconnect him with all that had gone. For the next hour and a
half, those bones were the things that mattered most. They were all that
mattered, despite the impingement of the neglected cemetery's environment
of decay. Once he was with those bones he could not leave them, couldn't
not talk to them, couldn't but listen to them when they spoke. Between him
and those bones there was a great deal going on, far more than now
transpired between him and those still clad in their flesh.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“حينما تكون شاباً، فإن الجسد الخارجي هو ما يهم، كيف تبدو خارجياً، وحينما تكبر يتركز الاهتمام على ما هو بالداخل، ويتوقف الناس عن الاهتمام بالكيفية التي تبدو عليها.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“It's a big deal for working people to buy a diamond," he told his sons, "no matter how small.
The wife can wear it for the beauty and she can wear it for the status. And
when she does, this guy is not just a plumber �� he's a man with a wife with
a diamond. His wife owns something that is imperishable. Because beyond
the beauty and the status and the value, the diamond is imperishable.
A piece of the earth that is imperishable, and a mere mortal is wearing it on
her hand!”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“time having transformed his own body into a storehouse for man-made contraptions designed to fend off collapse... there was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies that had lived and died before us.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Old age isn't a battle, old age is a massacre.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Religion was a lie that he had recognized early in life, and he found all religions offensive, considered their superstitious folderol meaningless, childish, couldn't stand the complete unadultness �� the baby talk and the righteousness and the sheep, the avid believers. No hocus-pocus about death and God or obsolete fantasies of heaven for him. There was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies that had lived and died before us. If he could be said to have located a philosophical niche for himself that was it - he'd come upon it early and intuitively, and however elemental, that was the whole of it. Should he ever write an autobiography, he'd call it The Life and Death of a Male Body.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“His mother had died at eighty, his father at ninety. Aloud he said to them,
"I'm seventy-one. Your boy is seventy-one." "Good. You lived," his mother replied, and his father said, "Look back and atone for what you can atone for, and make the best of what you have left.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Terrifying encounters with the end? I'm thirty-four! Worry about oblivion, he told himself, when you're seventy-five! The remote future will be time enough to anguish over the ultimate catastrophe!”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“The profusion of the stars told him unambiguously that he was doomed to die”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“- نحن لم ننم. كانت تبكي طوال الليل.

- طوال الليالي الأربع؟ هذا بكاء كثير على دانماركية عمرها أربعة وعشرون عاما. لا أعتقد أنه حتى هاملت قد بكى هذا القدر من البكاء.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“فتاة نقية وحساسة،لا يعيبها سوى كرمها وعطائها الزائد،بدون أن تسبب أذى،تخفي التعاسة بأن تشطب على أخطاء كل شخص عزيز عليها،عن طريق المزيد من الحب. أكوام من التسامح كما لو كانت اكواما كثيرة من القش.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“لا شيء يعيد صنع الواقع، فقط خذي الأمر على ما هو عليه، تمسكي بواقعك واقبليه مثلما يأتي، لا يوجد سبيل آخر...”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Das Alter ist kein Kampf; es ist ein Massaker.”
― Philip Roth, Jedermann

“This ordinarily even-tempered man struck furiously at his heart like some fanatic at prayer, and, assailed by remorse not just for this mistake but for all his mistakes, all the ineradicable, stupid, inescapable mistakes—swept away by the misery of his limitations yet acting as if life's every incomprehensible contingency were of his making.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“hoe weemoedig hij soms ook mocht kijken naar zulke echtparen in de vallende schemering of op zondagmiddagen, de week had nog meer uren en hun leven was niets voor hem, als hij zijn melancholie weer de baas was”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“je kunt alles doorstaan zei Phoebe, zelfs als het vertrouwen geschonden is, als het maar eerlijk wordt bekend. je wordt dan levenspartners op een andere manier, maar je kunt nog wel partners blijven. maar liegen- liegen is een goedkope manier van macht uitoefenen over de ander. wie liegt, kijkt toe terwijl de ander handelt op basis van onvolledige informatie- met andere woorden zichzelf vernedert. ... het is toch eeuwig hetzelfde verhaal. de man verliest de hartstocht voor de huwelikspartner, zonder dat kan hij niet leven. de vrouw is pragmatisch. de vrouw is realistisch. zeker de hartstocht is geluwd, maar zij is tevreden met de lichamelijke genegenheid, gewoon samen met hem in bed liggen, hij in haar armen, zij in de zijne. maar voor hem is dat niet genoeg. hij is een man die niet zonder leven kan”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“La vejez no es una batalla; la vejez es una masacre.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“فزوجته تمتلك شيئا لا يفنى. لأنه فيما وراء الجمال والمكانة والقيمة، الألماسة لا تفنى. قطعة من التراب غير قابلة للفناء، وتضعها في يدها مجرد امرأة هالكة!”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Old age isn’t a battle; old age is a massacre.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“Unlike him, many were able not merely to construct whole conversations that revolved around their grandchildren but to find sufficient grounds for existence in the existence of their grandchildren.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“The worst of being unbearably alone was that you had to bear it—either that or you were sunk.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman