Everything is Illuminated

by Jonathan Safran Foer

He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.

shadows, too, are clocks.

Note: For shadows too, are clocks

With writing, we have second chances.

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.

He broke his life into its smallest constituent parts, examined each, like a watchmaker, and then reassembled it.