We would have been safe.
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroug...
We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames
We go on killing each other to no purpose! It is war waged by humanity against humanity, and it will only end when there's no one left to fight!
We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
We are not long-term beings. Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary. We shall have this...
Touch had always saved them in the past. No matter the anger or hurt, no matter the depth of the aloneness, a touch, even a light and passing touch, reminded them of their long togetherness.
They hadn't forgotten but accommodated... So nothing was done. No decisions were made... They waited like fools, they sat on their hands like fools, and spoke, like fools... They waited to die, and we...
There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.
There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world.
The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering
She would say to him, But you are no priest. And he would say, I am today. And she would say, Today you believe in God? And he would say, Today I believe in love.
She spent an afternoon staring at their front door.Waiting for someone? Yankel asked.What color is this?He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the w...
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
She is deranged, but so so playful.
She avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself.
She asked: What can you promise? He promised: Things are about to be different.
Shame is the work of memory against forgetting. Shame is what we feel when we almost entirely — yet not entirely — forget social expectations and our obligations to others in favor of our immediate gr...
Oskar.The night before I lost everything was like any other night. Anna and I kept each other awake very late. We laughed. Young sisters in bed under the roof of their childhood home. Wind on the wind...