In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIn the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERFeathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIt’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERAs long as I am thinking, I am alive.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWith writing, we have second chances.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI was more alone than if I had been alone.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERYou can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERBut come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI wasn’t trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn’t matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERMemory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERSadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERSongs are as sad as the listener.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERSometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER