Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
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Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer (born February 21, 1977) is an American novelist. He is best known for his novels Everything Is Illuminated (2002), Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (2005), and for his non-fiction work Eating Animals (2009). His most recent novel, Here I Am, was published in 2016. He teaches creative writing at New York University. 2Early life and education Foer was born in Washington, D.C., the son of Albert Foer, a lawyer and president of the American Antitrust Institute, and Esther Safran Foer, a child of Holocaust survivors born in Poland, who is now Senior Advisor at the Sixth & I Historic Synagogue. Foer is the middle son in this Jewish family; his older brother, Franklin, is a former editor of The New Republic and his younger brother, Joshua, is the founder of Atlas Obscura. Foer was a "flamboyant" and sensitive child who, at the age of 8, was injured in a classroom chemical accident that resulted in "something like a nervous breakdown drawn out over about three years," during which "he wanted nothing, except to be outside his own skin." Foer attended Georgetown Day School and in 1994 traveled to Israel with other North American Jewish teenagers in a program sponsored by Bronfman youth fellowships. In 1995, while a freshman at Princeton University, he took an introductory writing course with author Joyce Carol Oates, who took an interest in his writing, telling him that he had "that most important of writerly qualities, energy." Foer later recalled that "she was the first person to ever make me think I should try to write in any sort of serious way. And my life really changed after that." Oates served as the advisor to Foer's senior thesis, an examination of the life of his maternal grandfather, the Holocaust survivor Louis Safran. For his thesis, Foer received Princeton's Senior Creative Writing Thesis Priz
...there's too much to express. I'm sorry. That's what I've been trying to say to you, I'm sorry for everything...I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.
She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
It was terrible. All of the things we couldn’t share. The room was filled with conversations we weren’t having.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse…. But if you’re…
I spent my life learning to feel less.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there...