November 2011
30 posts
I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
October 2011
31 posts
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She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else,...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
I couldn’t explain my need to myself, and that’s why it was such a...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
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I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
‘Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war,...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
We need much bigger pockets…We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
I’d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
…I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
So what about skyscrapers for dead people that were built down? They could be...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came...
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
It is strange that the tactile sense, which is so infinitely less precious to...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
And the rest is rust and stardust.
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you.
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
The moral sense in mortals is the duty
We have to pay on mortal sense of...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Solitude was corrupting me. I needed company and care. My heart was a hysterical...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Welcome, fellow, to this bordello.
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
What is it that excites me almost to tears (hot, opalescent, thick tears that...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
And what is most singular is that she, this Lolita, my Lolita, has...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
I find it most difficult to express with adequate force that flash, that shiver,...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
I discovered there was an endless source of robust enjoyment in trifling with...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Exceptional virility often reflects in the subject’s displayable features...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
There are two kinds of visual memory” one when you skillfully recreate an...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She...
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Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita