Because it was starting to get dark, and because the streets were crowded, I bumped into a googolplex people. Who were they? Where were they going? What were they looking for? I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine.
Jonathan Safran FoerAs for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad’s last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something. Dad would have known.
Jonathan Safran FoerEveryone performs bad actions... A bad person is someone who does not lament his bad actions.
Jonathan Safran FoerHighs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.
Jonathan Safran FoerI hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.
Jonathan Safran FoerI have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
Jonathan Safran FoerIf it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.
Jonathan Safran FoerIt was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.
Jonathan Safran FoerI 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.
Jonathan Safran FoerI tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.
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