The twins hid their bodies under their father’s tallis, like ghosts. The horse at the bottom of the river, shrouded by the sunken night sky, closed its heavy eyes. The prehistoric ant in Yankel’s ring...
The factory farm industry (in alliance with the pharmaceutical industry) currently has more power than public-health professionals... We give it to them. We have chosen, unwittingly, to fund this indu...
Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.
Stephen Hawking won’t come to Israel? I’m not one to punch a quadriplegic with glasses, but I’m sure he won’t mind if we ask for his voice back—you know, the one that was created by Israeli engineers.
Sometimes people who seem good end upbeing not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
Sometimes I wonder if she knows, I wonder in my Nothingest moments if she's testing me, if she types nonsense all day long, or types nothing at all, just to see what I'll do in response, she wants to...
Sitting with her now, rehearsing the horrible conversation, Jacob wondered if maybe, all those years, he had misunderstood the spaces surrounding Julia: her quiet, her steps back. Maybe they weren’t b...
Sie war ein Genie der Traurigkeit: Sie badete in Traurigkeit, sie entwirrte die zahlreichen Stränge der Traurigkeit, sie kostete alle zarten Nuancen der Traurigkeit aus. Sie war ein Prisma, durch dass...
Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.
Should he one day share it and be asked how autobiographical it was, he would say, It’s not my life, but it’s me.
She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.
She was extending a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence, she said, You don't want to talk to me, do you? I took my daybook out of my knapsack and found the next...
She was a prism through with sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances.
She took the paper from Yankel's hand, which was damp with rain, and fear of death, and death. Scrawled in a child's writing: Everything for Brod.
She told him of ship voyages she had taken to places he had never heard of, and stories he knew were all untrue, were bad not-truths, even, but he nodded, and tried to convince himself to be convinced...
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes
She hid these things in the forest so that she could find them when she returned, and then she went forth. Where? Places. Where? Russia. Other places. Then? Then she returned. Why? To gather the thing...
She found the company that made her favorite architectural model trees. They weren't the most realistic, they weren't even well made. She didn't like them because they evoked trees but because they ev...
She didn't love life. There was no convincing reason to live