...and when is enough proof enough? - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
"...and when is enough proof enough?"
"...and when is enough proof enough?"
"You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you."
"I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky."
"I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem."
"She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum."
"I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you."