but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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I trust that you have a good purpose for your ignorance

Jonathan Safran Foer


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I don't know how late it got.
I probably fell asleep, but I don't remember. I cried so much that everything blurred into everything else. At some point she was carrying me to my room. Then I was in bed. She was looking over me. I don't believe in God, but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything ever could be. But it was also incredibly simple. In my only life, she was my mom, and I was her son.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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The arm was the arm, and it was the arm - not her husband, or even herself - that she thought about seven years later, on June 28, 1941, as the first German war blasts shook her wooden house to its foundations, and her eyes rolled back in her head to view, before dying, her insides.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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It is said that the Messiah will come at the end of the world."
"But it was not the end of the world," Grandfather said.
"It was. He just did not come.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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What if it was man and not God that did all of this?"
"I do not believe in man, either.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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It was not the Jew, of course, who invented the love poem, but the other way around.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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The burning bush must not be consumed.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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And when the blush of a schoolgirl's cheeks was mistaken for the crimson of a holy man's fingers, it was the schoolgirl who was called hussy, tramp, slut.

Jonathan Safran Foer


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Sofiowka was found the next morning, swinging by the neck from the wooden bridge. His severed hands were hanging from strings tied to his feet, and across his chest was written, in Brod's red lipstick, ANIMAL

Jonathan Safran Foer


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