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“The grave is a bed, he thought, a most comfortable bed. If men knew this, they would not be so fearful.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, The Slave

“How revolting to lust for some peasant woman and not adore the Creator. Out of contrition, one should bury oneself alive. But what then could be done with the gross body and its desires?”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, The Slave

“Her recriminations and sarcasms sounded like the babblings of fools or school children; she belonged to that class of spoiled daughters whose whims can never be satisfied. Her mother, she said, was envious of her good looks. Her father had forgotten her; Jacob didn't love her. It never seemed to occur to her that she should try being lovable.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, The Slave

“Dziobak, the priest, entered. He was a short, broadshouldered man; he looked as if he had been sawed in half and glued and nailed together again, His eyes were green as gooseberries, his eyebrows dense as bushes. He had a thick nose with pimples and a receding chin.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, The Slave

“Comparada con aquella luminosidad, hasta la muerte parecía una simple pesadilla. Ni el cielo ni el río ni las dunas estaban muertos. Todo vivía, la tierra, el sol y cada piedra. El verdadero enigma no era la muerte, sino el sufrimiento.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, The Slave