August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.
Weitere Zitate von Jonathan Safran Foer
Zum Autor"What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?"
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
"Why are you leaving me?He wrote, I do not know how to live.I do not know either but I am trying.I do not know how to try.There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them and let them hurt me."
"One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family."
"And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended."
"...People with nothing to declare carry the most."