Author of quotes: Jonathan SAFRAN Foer

...a large part of the Universe is dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we'll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste or touch. Life itself depends on them. What is real? That ghostly? If you're really asking the wrong questions. What determines life?

Why lie, if not for salvation?

Whole history of the world can be crossed in a jiffy.

Think. While able to think, you're alive.

...a hundred years of joy can be crossed in one second...

It's hard to leave the house in which he lived. No better than a man.

It was harder to keep in mind things that I didn't know.

Any of us can fit in one word!

- She hid things in the woods, but to find them when she gets back, then forward in a way. Then she came back in to collect things that are hidden. Those who returned were sure to find and your house, and your friends, and even relatives. It is said that before the end of the world should come the Mission.
But that was not the end.
- The end. He just didn't come. It was a lesson that we learned from the whole incident: there is no God. He had to force to turn against us, that we to prove it.
What if it was a test of your faith?
I can't believe in a God who experiences faith in this way.
What if it was not in his power?
I can't believe in a God who has no power to stop this.
- What if it was all the handiwork of man and not God?
In person I do not believe it.

If not in this world of love, we will create a new world, and will rip off his heavy walls, and leave a soft purple furniture and equip the door with a hammer whose knock would be similar to what makes a diamond falling to a jeweler's felt, that we never hear. Love me because love does not exist, and everything that exists, I've tried.

The only thing worse than the sadness is when you cannot hide it from others

Often I feel like I'm the center of a huge black ocean, or in outer space, but not when a bastard. Just all becomes prohibitively distant.

- This was a lesson that we learned from the whole incident: there is no God. There are plenty of people in the Windows. He had to force to turn against us, that we to prove it.
- What if this was a test of your faith? I said.
I can't believe in a God who experiences faith in this way.
What if it was not in His power?
I can't believe in a God who has no power to stop this.
- What if it was all the handiwork of man and not God?
In person I do not believe it.

Two young friends, whose phone rope stretches between the Islands, were forced to constantly unwinding coils, as in kite flying when they want to they soared higher.
"You almost unheard," said the girl from her room in Manhattan, squinting into his father's binoculars, hoping to find the window of his friend.
"So you'll have to shout," said her friend from his room in the Sixth district, bridging presented to him in the past year, the telescope at her apartment.
Rope their phone and then stretched the beyond, and it had all the time to lengthen the other ropes, bound together with string from his yo-yo, the lace from her talking doll, harness, holding his father's journal, wax line, not giving pearl necklace from her grandmother to crumble on the floor, the thread holding baby patchwork blanket brother, his grandfather from turning into a mountain of rags. Now in addition to everything else they also had a yo-yo, doll, diary, necklace, and patchwork blanket. They still had so much to say to each other, and the rope was getting smaller.
The boy asked the girl to whisper, "I love you" - in its tin, without explaining why.
And she asked why, and said, "Nonsense" or "our love", and even began to make excuses, saying that says "I love you" only because he asks her. She just said, "I love you". Her words ran on a yo-yo, the doll, the diary, the necklace, the patchwork blanket, clothesline, Christmas gift, harp, tea bag, t-shirt racket, the frill of the skirt he one day should have been on it to undo. The boy closed canning jar lid, untied from the rope and hid it caught in her love on the shelf in my closet. Of course, open the jar it was impossible, because at least then its contents vanished. But it was just enough to know that it has one.