September 2011
“I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, 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. (Extremely loud and incredibly close)
I remember reading this at 16 and feeling every sense of the word. At 22, i read this again and i realised the reason why i cried that evening in the comfort of his arms on my bed.
“I feel too much. That’s what’s going on.’ ‘Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?’ ‘My insides don’t match up with my outsides.’ ‘Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m only me.’ ‘Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.’ ‘But it’s worse for me.’ ‘I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him.’ ‘Probably. But it really is worse for me.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”
