Erika

“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, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“That’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close