Author of quotes: Jonathan SAFRAN Foer. Page 4

God favors the plagiarist. No wonder it is written: "And God created man in His own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them." God himself is the first plagiarist is.

Sometimes I feel caught in a trap, as if no matter what I do, the outcome was already a foregone conclusion.

She was beautiful, as the person whom you are destined to meet, but whom you always dream to meet, like a man who's too good for you.

I used to think that humor is the only way to appreciate the beauty and the horror of the world, to glorify life in all its diversity. <...> But now I think that the opposite is true. Humor is a way to escape from the horror and beauty.

What good is love when it's on the paper?

If not in this world of love, we will create a new world, and will rip off his heavy walls, and it has to look 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.

The only thing more painful than being an active zabyvaem is to be a passive omnitele.

I'm so afraid to lose something that you love that you do not allow yourself to love.

Forty years in love with someone, and then only staples and duct tape.

If you do not receive from me letters, don't think I don't write.

Her hands were in the corner, and I noticed that everywhere there were pictures, and on each is one and the same man. I asked if this is her drawings. "Yes." "Everything?" "Yes." I did not ask who she had the man in the pictures, I need heart weights. So many times you can draw only the one you love and miss who.

I put a hand on him. I have always been so important to touch him. For this I lived. Still don't know why. Tiny, non-committal touch. My fingers to his shoulder. Our hips when we grind up in a crowded bus. Don't know why, but I needed that. Sometimes I thought: that would stitch all of these touch in one. How many times hundreds of thousands of fingers should touch each other to make love?.. Why do people make love?

That's what we did: we own hands killed their babies to protect them.

My thoughts a million times takes me away from joy, but never to her not closer.