I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarrassed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while I watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasnโt someone, somewhere, laughing?
Jonathan Safran FoerHe removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.
Jonathan Safran FoerNo matter how much I feel, Iโm not going to let it out. If I have to cry, Iโm gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, Iโll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, Iโm not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesnโt help anything. It just makes everyoneโs life worse.
Jonathan Safran Foer