Quotes About Jonathan

'Certifiably Jonathan' contrives crises for its subject - a bid to get his paintings into MOMA, among others.

Yes. We have rooms. But closed one more week. Come back one week.

The questions are the danger. Leave them alone and they sleep. Ask them, awake them, and more than you know will begin to rise.

Half an hour later, as I was deeply immersed in the story of The Man of the Hill, that curious, lengthy digression which seems to have nothing to do with the main narrative but is in fact its cornerstone..

Like Hilary (who never watched her own television programmes), Dorothy had no intention of ever consuming the products which she was happy to foist upon an uncomplaining public.

It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.

The mark of a legitimate revolution - the scientific, for example - was that it didn't brag about its revolutionariness but simply occurred.

He was a sleaze, a nobody, a former graduate student of English studies.

There was a kind of liberation in jettisoning all thought of being a good person.

Wasn't asking for a recipe supposed to be good coin of the feminine realm?

She'd been drinking jug wine steadily for four hours.

And the proof of his insanity? His belief that the U.S. government was a repressive conspiracy that muzzled radical opinion. Only an insane person would believe that! The Unabomber had really, really liked Leila.

That his comments actually pertained to her questions—that in spite of the infinity in his eyes he was participating in a finite conversation—made up for the sourness in his face.

Worse than spanking or even liver was the sound of someone else's Ping-Pong.

I was playing it existential, and maybe a bit stupid, but it was the only way I knew how to play it.

I'd forgotten my identity as the world's most pathetic superhero, become a Californian instead.

I'd never pondered the bourgeois implications of an earplug.

His ironies were ghoulish now.

The big Nazi cat went on raking up thread-loops from my trousers, seemingly intent on single-handedly reinventing Velcro.

Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.

I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

From the movie Everything is Illuminated based on a book by Jonathan Safran Foer: I have reflected many times upon our rigid search. 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. Like you say, inside out. Jonathan, in this way, I will always be along the side of your life. And you will always be along the side of mine.

There are many premium writers, yes? Tolstoy, yes? He wrote War , and also Peace , which are both premium books.

Your train ride appeased you?" I asked. "Oh, God," he said, "twenty-six hours, fucking unbelievable." This girl Unbelievable must be very majestic, I thought.