Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes about Sleep

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Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Sleep, Night, Ribs

Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.76, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

...he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me to sleep with them under my pillow. He said that when he came back, we would remeasure his body against the string as proof that he hadn't changed.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Sleep, Pieces, Body

In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Morning, New York, Sleep

Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.38, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

It was inevitable: Yankel fell in love with his never-wife. He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depressed the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too-real chest, making his widower's rememberences that much more convincing and his pain that much more real.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Pain, Real, Sleep

Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.48, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

While it is always possible to wake a person who's sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Sleep, Noise, Pretending

I zipped myself all the way into the sleeping bag of myself, not because I was hurt, and not because I had broken something, but because they were cracking up.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Hurt, Sleep, Broken

Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.37, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt