Quotes from Foer

Let love write on you for awhile.

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]...

Love...is the immovability of truth.

Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.