I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
—  Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
—  Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
I felt incredibly close to everything in the universe but also extremely alone. I wondered for the first time if life was worth all the work it took to live–what exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever and not feeling anything and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
—  Jonathan Safran Foer
The next morning I told Mom I couldn’t go to school again. She asked what was wrong. I told her, “The same thing that’s always wrong.” “You’re sick?” “I’m sad.” “About Dad?” “About everything.”
—  Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close