I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently. I would change my life.Foer, Jonathan Safran (2006-04-04). Extre...
I read the first chapter of A Brief History of Time when Dad was still alive, and I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compare...
I read the first chapter of when Dad was still alive, and I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't ev...
I opened the coffin.I was surprised again, although again I shouldn't have been. I was surprised that Dad wasn't there. In my brain I knew he wouldn't be, obviously, but I guess my heart believed some...
I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
I loved having a dad who was smarter than the , and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Bein...
I know a lot about birds and bees, but I don’t know very much about the birds and the bees.
I don't know how late it got.I probably fell asleep, but I don't remember. I cried so much that everything blurred into everything else. At some point she was carrying me to my room. Then I was in bed...
I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings.
I could tell that Mom was dreaming, but I didn't want to know what she was dreaming about, because I had enough of my own nightmares, and if she had been dreaming something happy, I would have been an...
I am so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
How, after all, can one miss something one has never known?
How much currency would a Negro homosexual accountant receive?
Hold on. Now you’re calling Sam a racist? I did not say that, Mr. Bloch. You did. You just did. Julia— I don’t remember his exact words. I said, ‘Racism has no place here.’ Racism is what racists expr...
Hoe destructief moet een culinaire voorkeur zijn, willen we besluiten iets anders te eten?
Herschel was a Jew.And he was my best friend.He was his best friend.And I murdered him.
He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.
He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that could you recommend.
He talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.
He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, a...