everything is illuminated, jonathan safran foer

"It sounded boyish to me, and I have always thought of myself as
very potent and generative. I have many many girls, believe me,
and they all have a different name for me. One dubs me Baby, not
because I am a baby, but because she attends to me."

"I had performed recklessly well in my second year of English at
university. This was a very majestetic thing I did because my instructor
was having shit between his brains."

"The only time either of us spoke was when he rotated to me during an
advertisement for McDonald's McPorkburgers and said, 'I do not want to
drive ten hours to an ugly city to attend to a very spoiled Jew.'"

"Dead as he was before his parents met. Or deader, maybe, for then he
was at least a bullet in his father's cock and an emptiness in his mother's belly."


"It looked just like any other note she would leave him, like, Could you
try to fix the broken knocker? or I'll be back soon, don't worry. It was so
strange to him that such a different kind of note - I had to do it for
myself - could look exactly the same: trivial, mundane, nothing. He could
have hated her for leaving it there in plain sight, and he could have hated
her for the plainness of it, a message without adornment, without any small
clue to indicate that yes, this is important, yes, this is the most painful note
I've ever written, yes, I would sooner die than have to write this again. Where
were the dried teardrops? Where was the tremor in the script?"

"He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought
of her making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the
thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to
destroy it either. So he tried to lose it."

"He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like som domesticated
animal that was no part of him at all."

"I'll be home to you soon, so there's no need for you to carry on with your missing
me so much, however sweet it may be."

"Sammy Davis, Junior, Junior converted her attention from masticating her tail to
trying to lick clean the hero's spectacles, which I will tell you were in need of cleaning.
I write that she was trying because the hero was not being sociable. 'Can you please
get this dog away from me', he said, making his body into a ball. 'Please. I really don't
like dogs.' 'She is only making games with you,' I told him when she put her body on
top of his and kicked him with her back legs. 'It signifies that she likes you.'"

"'Make sure you secure the door after we go to our room', I told him. 'I do not want to
make you a petrified person, but there are many dangerous people who want to take
things without asking from Americans, and also kidnap them. Good night.' The hero
laughed again, but he laughed because he did not know that I was not making a funny."

"I have made efforts to make you appear as a person with less anxiety, as you have
commanded me to do on so many occasions. This is difficult to achieve, because in truth
you are a person with very much anxiety. Perhaps you should be a drug user."


"But he also knew that there is an inflationary aspect to love, and that should his mother,
or Rose, or any of those who loved him find out about each other, they would not be able
to help but feel of lesser value. He knew that I love you also means I love you more than
anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no
one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love
no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. He knew
that it is, by love's definition, impossible to love two people."

"I kissedheronthemouth and our tearsmixedonourlips"

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