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“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“Because sometimes people who seem good
end up being not as good as you might have hoped.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
end up being not as good as you might have hoped.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“We need much bigger pockets I thought as I lay in my bed counting off the seven minutes that it takes a normal person to fall asleep. We need enormous pockets pockets big enough for our families and our friends and even the people who aren't on our lists people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for borough and for cities a pocket that could hold the universe.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
― Everything is Illuminated
― Everything is Illuminated
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