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We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn’t see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Day Distance Fill Memories Reach Time Walk Yourself
I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Alone Feeling Myself Universe
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Different Help Myself Remember Time
She said, “Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don’t need?” I said, “It depends on what it means to need.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Deep Myself Need Philosophy
We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Burn Cure Fire Love Ourselves Start
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Challenge Eat Myself
This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Absence Hate Himself Love Presence
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

heavy Myself Thinking Time
It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us…on the inside, looking out.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Illumination Light Myself Past Side
With writing, we have second chances.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Chance Opportunity Writing
Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Break Up Bury Himself Leaving Live Myself Try Writing
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Hand Myself Time Training
Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don’t cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears – you know, it’s a horrible thing.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Adult Cry Deserve Development Function Home Ourselves People World
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Love Missing Tragedy Yourself
She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee’s knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Animal Born Color Different Herself

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

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