Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

by Jonathan Safran Foer

And anyway, he was an incredibly old guy who slowed me down and didn’t know anything useful.

again. Why isn’t she waiting by the door? I’m the only thing that matters to her.

Even though I didn’t want to, I started inventing.

I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

feeling pain is still better than not feeling, isn’t it?

I wanted to know what he was thinking. Who did he miss? What was he sorry for?

he was trying to find you, just as you’d tried to find me, it broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?

I wanted to build walls around him, I wanted to separate inside from outside,