Quotes from Jonathan Safran Foer

Kötü kiÅŸi, kötü eylemlerini keder etmeyen kimsedir.

It's better to lose than never to have had. I lost something I never had. You had everything.

I can't live, I've tried and I can't. If that sounds simple, it's simple like a mountain is simple.

I am so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.

In my dream, all of the collapsed ceilings reformed above us. The fire went back into the bombs, which rose up and into the bellies of planes whose propellers turned backward, like the second hands of the clocks across Dresden, only faster.

my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Even Alf is not humorous at times.

A group of boys lumbered down the halls of Adas Israel, laughing, punching, blood rushing from developing brains to developing genitals and back again in the zero-sum game of puberty.

I really have a piece-of-shit car. Is it brown? No, it's an expression. How can a car be an expression?

The older one gets, the harder it is to account for time. Children ask: "Are we there yet?" Adults: "How did we get here so quickly?

Nuestro tabú contra comer perros dice algo de ellos y mucho de nosotros. Los franceses, que adoran a sus perros, aveces se comen a sus caballos. Los españoles, que adoran a sus caballos, aveces se comen a sus vacas. Los indios, que adoran a sus vacas, aveces se comen a sus perros.

By now, almost all of the shtetl's three hundred–odd citizens had gathered to debate that about which they knew nothing. The less a citizen knew, the more adamantly he or she argued. There was nothing new in this.

if I had an answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

she wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there

What's weird, I said, is that I've never seen you cry. He said, I cry all the time.

No není to divné, jak poÃ…â"¢ád roste po?et mrtvých, a?koli ZemÄ› je poÃ…â"¢ád stejná, takže jednou už nezbude v?bec žádné místo, kam by nÄ›kdo dal pohÃ…â"¢bít?

Te? je víc živých lidí, než kolik jich za celé dÄ›jiny umÃ…â"¢elo. Jinak Ã…â"¢e?eno, kdyby vÅ¡ichni najednou chtÄ›li hrát Hamleta, tak by nemohli, protože by nebylo dost lebek!

As we drove, I imagined we were standing still and the world was coming toward us.

It 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.

I don't speak, I wrote. I'm sorry. She looked at the piece of paper, then at me, then back at the piece of paper, she covered her eyes with her hands and cried, tears seeped between her fingers and collected in the little webs, she cried and cried and cried, there weren't any napkins nearby, so I ripped the page from the book -I don't speak. I'm sorry.-and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara,[...]

SvÄ›t je tak veliký a tak malý, v jediné chvíli jsme byli blízko i daleko.

Canary light of oil lamps

La crueldad depende de que uno comprenda que está siendo cruel y de las posibilidades que tiene a su alcance para evitarla.

Nevadí mi, když se nÄ›kdo usmívá na m?j ú?et, na tom ú?tu není skoro nic.