I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.

Something having been done just about everywhere just about always is no kind of justification for doing it now.

I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.

Books are slow, books are quiet. The Internet is fast and loud.