Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

by Jonathan Safran Foer

I said, “I need to know how he died.” He flipped back and pointed at, “Why?” “So I can stop inventing how he died. I’m always inventing.”

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?

I don’t mind if smiles come at my expense, I’m a small price to pay, they let me through, not because they believed me but because they didn’t want to try to understand me,

we took off each other’s clothes with the slowness of people who know how easy it is to be proven wrong,

It’s easy to be emotional. You can always make a scene. Remember me eight months ago? That was easy.” “It didn’t sound easy.” “It was simple. Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing.” “So what’s something?” “Being reliable is something. Being good.”

It’s better to lose than never to have had.

“Life is scarier than death.”

“Don’t you want to know where I was?” She said, “I trust you.” “But aren’t you curious?” She said, “I assume you’d tell me if you wanted me to know.”