In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?
Jonathan Safran FoerI got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.
Jonathan Safran FoerWhen I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
Jonathan Safran Foer