I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?

Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

People who become used to saying little become used to feeling little.

I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.

Which, then, brings us closer to what we want to communicate: saying what we intend, or trying to say the opposite?