Incredibly Loud And Extremely Close door Jonathan Safran Foer, is één van mijn favoriete boeken. Ik heb nogal snel de neiging om quotes te markeren met mijn gele fluostift. Waarom? Ik heb een zwak voor quotes en een even groot zwak voor fluostiften (en balpennen). It runs in the family, strangely enough.
Anyways, enkele citaten waar ik van hou in dit boek, zijn:
Does it brake my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go,... and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me?
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am..
He had a wall of masks from every country he'd been to, like Armenia and Chile and Ethopia. "It's not a horrible world," he told me, putting a Cambodian mask on his face, "but it's filled with a lot of horrible people!"
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar.
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am..
He had a wall of masks from every country he'd been to, like Armenia and Chile and Ethopia. "It's not a horrible world," he told me, putting a Cambodian mask on his face, "but it's filled with a lot of horrible people!"
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar.
And so on... Fantastisch boek dat mijn hart brak, maar ook weer lijmde.
