Literature was the only religion her father practiced, when a book fell on the floor he kissed it, when he was done with a book he tried to give it away to someone who would love it.
Later that year, when snow started to hide the front steps, when morning became evening as I sat on the sofa, buried under everything I'd lost, I made a fire and used my laughter for kindling: Ha ha h...
La vergüenza es la sensación que nos invade cuando olvidamos casi por completo, pero no del todo, las expectativas sociales y nuestras obligaciones para con los otros, a cambio de nuestra satisfacción...
La casa dove tua bis-bis-bisnonna e io andammo a stare appena sposati dava sulle cascatelle [...] Aveva pavimenti di legno e finestre magnifiche e spazio sufficiente per una famiglia numerosa. Era una...
L'unica cosa più dolorosa dell'essere obliatori attivi è essere rammentatori inerti.
Jonathan Safran Foer’s 10 Rules for Writing:1.Tragedies make great literature; unfathomable catastrophes (the Holocaust, 9/11) are even better – try to construct your books around them for added gravi...
Jacob didn’t want to coerce or be coerced, but what was he supposed to do? Sit on his hands waiting for his grandfather to shatter his hip and die in a hospital room as every abandoned old person is d...
I’d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, h...
It’s very hard to have a productive dialogue with a thirteen-year-old boy, as every gently broached subject becomes an Ultimate Conversation, requiring defense systems and counterattacks to attacks th...
It's so cold in Yukatia, which is in Siberia, that breath instantly freezes with a crackling noise that they call the whispering of the stars. On extremely cold days, the towns are covered in a fog ca...
It's always possible to wake someone from sleep, but no amount of noise will wake someone who is pretending to be asleep.
It would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed.
It was scary how quickly and completely his past could be rewritten, or overwritten. All those years felt worthwhile while they were happening, but only a few months on the other side of them and they...
It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.
It made me start to wonderif there were other people so loney so close. I thought about Eleanor Rigby. It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?
Isn't it weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?
Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing, though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be a room to bury anyone anymore?
Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?
In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that.
In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.