I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
Jonathan Safran FoerIt was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
Jonathan Safran Foer[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.
Jonathan Safran FoerFeathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?
Jonathan Safran FoerAnd here I am, instead of there. I'm sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won't be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?
Jonathan Safran Foer