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

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

... the man took my passport and asked me the purpose of my visit, I wrote in my daybook, 'To mourn,' and then, 'To try to live,' he gave me a look and asked if I would consider that business or pleasure, I wrote, 'Neither.' 'For how long do you plan to mourn and try to live?' I wrote, 'For the rest of my life.

Oh,' she said. 'I have never seen a Jew before. Can I see his horns?

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.