When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'
Maybe I was what Leah thought she was. Some kind of dead end that shouldn’t be passed on to another generation. Or maybe it was just that my life was a big, cruel joke, and there was no escape from the punch line. -Jacob
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
A third variety of drama ... begins as tragedy with scraps of fun in it ... and ends in comedy without mirth in it, the place of mirth being taken by a more or less bitter and critical irony.
It is almost a joke, but a joke that nobody tells.
She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.
The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.
I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.
I still see the world as a place of bitter irony and black humour, failed hopes, dashed plans. I hope to make my work sparer, to outgrow my desire to show off.
