I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOEREverything else happened – why not the things that could have?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERBeing with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERThe world is a big place,” he said, “but so is the inside of an apartment!
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOEREverything I did, I did because I thought it was the correct thing to do, I am not a hero, it is true, But I am not a bad person, either.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERLove me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIf I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIt was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWe had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERShe was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERHe couldn’t bear to live, but he couldn’t bear to die. He couldn’t bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn’t bear to keep it, but he couldn’t bear to destroy it either.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERFood serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER