Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes About Making Love

Quotes about: Making Love

• I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hands, Making Love, Touching

  "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close". Book by Jonathan Safran Foer, April 1, 2005.

• Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Making Love, Together, Doe

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.181, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Making Love, Doe, Firsts

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.84, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be confused for light - a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut's eyes. In about one and a half centuries - after the lovers who made the glow will have long since been laid permanently on their backs - the metropolitan cities will be seen from space. They will glow all year. Smaller cities will also be seen, but with great difficulty. Towns will be virtually impossible to spot. Individual couples invisible.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Couple, Confused, Eye

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.95, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• And here I am, instead of there. I'm sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won't be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Writing, Boys, Men

• I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me. He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else. Why does anyone ever make love?

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Thinking, Light, Somewhere Else

• He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Making Love, Bears, Absence

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.45, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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