I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on t... - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

"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 don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem."

"I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem."

"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."

"...and when is enough proof enough?"