I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERBeing with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERThe mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERShe avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERSilently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIt’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERThe philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that “beauty always takes place in the particular.” Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERShe had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERSo many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWords never mean what we want them to mean.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWe shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWhen I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.
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 FOERThe only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIt is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
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