What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.
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.
Well, what I don't get is why do we exist? I don't mean how, but why.' I watched the fireflies of his thoughts orbit his head. He said, 'we exist because we exist. . .we could imagine all sorts of uni...
We slept in the same bed.There was never a right time to say it.It was always unnecessary.The books in my father's shed were sighing.The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna's breathing....
We just stood there, facing each other, but nine floors apart.
We are lying to ourselves and to each other.Lying about what? I don't care if we're lying.I am a bad person.I don't care. I don't care what you are.
We are breeding creatures incapable of surviving in any place other than the most artificial settings. We have focused the awesome power of modern genetic knowledge to bring into being animals that su...
Was his death an essential stage in the continuation of his life?
This is the lesson we learned from everything that happened -- there is no God. It took all of the hidden faces for Him to prove this to us. What if it was a challenge of your faith? I said. I could n...
There's nothing that could convince someone who doesn't want to be convinced. But there is an abundance of clues that would give the wanting believer something to hold on to.
The world is a big place, he said, but so is the inside of an apartment!
The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.
The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad.
The moment before he started was my favorite moment.
The less a citizen knew, the more adamantly he or she argued.
The end of the world has come often, and continues to often come. Unforgiving, unrelenting, bringing darkness upon darkness, the end of the world is something we have become well acquainted with, habi...
The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.
The disgraced Usurer Yankel D took the baby girl home that evening... He made a bed of crumpled newspaper in a deep baking pan and gently tucked it in the oven, so that she wouldn't be disturbed by th...
The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
The arm was the arm, and it was the arm - not her husband, or even herself - that she thought about seven years later, on June 28, 1941, as the first German war blasts shook her wooden house to its fo...