Quotes About Jonathan Safran Foer

What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand...... But until we find this new way of speaking, until we can find a nonapproximate vocabulary, nonsense words are the best thing we've got. Ifactifice is one such word.

Darling, You asked me to write you a letter, so I am writing you a letter. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about, but I am writing it nonetheless, because I love you very much and trust that you have some good purpose for having me write this letter. I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love. Your father

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

the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

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.

The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that beauty always takes place in the particular. Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.

He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that could you recommend.

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.

He asked what was wrong. It's just that why would you have one for him and not one for my dad? What do you mean! It isn't fair. What isn't fair! My dad was good. Mohammed Atta was evil. So! So my dad deserves to be in there. What makes you think it's good to be in here! Because it means you're biographically significant. And why is that good! I want to be significant. Nine out of ten significant people have to do with money or war!

THE PROBLEM OF GOOD: WHY UNCONDITIONALLY GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO UNCONDITIONALLY BAD PEOPLE (SEE GOD)

Jacob was right when, after Sam's injury, he said it was too much love for happiness.

I had no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.

Thomas! What are you doing! and I gestured, I thought this was Nothing, covering myself with one of my daybooks ,and she said, It's Something!

he felt that he too was only a baby, with the chance to live without shame, without the need for consolation for a life lived wrong, a chance to be again innocent, simply and impossibly happy.

I love that story, because it shows how ignorant people can be. And also because I love tortoises.

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

Wolf Blitzer had once again relieved the horrible tension of his purgatorial beard—neither a beard nor not a beard—with yet another new pair of glasses.

Mark Twain said that quitting smoking is among the easiest things one can do; he did it all the time. I would add vegetarianism to the list of easy things.

The alternative—sanity—became insane. Because they were young. Because one is young only once in a life lived only once. Because recklessness is the only fist to throw at nothingness. How much aliveness can one bear?

Not in all ways (of course), but the animals you know have power: they have abilities humans lack, could be dangerous, could bring life, mean things that mean things.

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.