...was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.
Jonathan Safran FoerOne day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my name again and again. "Oskar! Oskar!" Maybe I didn't even like it, but I needed it right then.
Jonathan Safran FoerI came to feel a certain kind of shame at the aquarium […] [T]here was a shame in being human: the shame of knowing that twenty of the roughly thirty-five classified species of sea horse worldwide are threatened with extinction because they are killed "unintentionally" in seafood production. The shame of indiscriminate killing for no nutritional necessity or political cause or irrational hatred or intractable human conflict. I felt shame in the deaths my culture justified by so thin a concern as the taste of canned tuna […] or the fact that shrimp make convenient hors d’oeuvres […] I felt shame for living in a nation of unprecedented prosperity--a nation that spends a smaller percentage of income on food than any other civilization has in human history--but in the name of affordability treats the animals it eats with cruelty so extreme it would be illegal if inflicted on a dog.
Jonathan Safran FoerBrod's life was a slow realizaton that the world was not for her,and that for whatever reason,she would never be happy and honest at the same time.She felt as if she were brimming,always producing and hoarding more love inside her.But there was no release.
Jonathan Safran FoerWe shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.
Jonathan Safran FoerI went to the lobby and asked Stan what he knew about the person who lived in 6A.
He said 'Never seen anyone go in or come out. Just a lot of deliveries and a lot of trash.'
'Cool'.
He leaned down and whispered 'Haunted'.
I whispered back 'I don't believe in the paranormal'.
He said 'Ghosts don't care if you believe in them'.
I walked back up the steps, this time past our floor and to the sixth. There was a mat in front of the door which said 'welcome' in twelve different languages. That didn't seem like something a ghost would put in front of his apartment."
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
Jonathan Safran FoerTag: time-passing
What about guns with sensors in the handles that could detect if you were angry, and if you were, they wouldn't fire, even if you were a police officer?
What about skyscrapers made with moving parts, so they could rearrange themselves when they had to, and even open holes in their middles for planes to fly through?
Tag: guns planes skyscrapers
I thought he had to look for what he was looking for, and realize it no longer existed, or never existed." p. 233
Jonathan Safran FoerI wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.
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