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“I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.”

Quote by Jonathan Safran Foer

Work

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel

This novel delves into the emotional journey of a young boy who grapples with his father's sudden death in the tragic events of September 11, 2001. Through his quest to understand the world and the legacy of his father, the story explores themes of grief, memory, and the human capacity to heal. more

Author

Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer

Jonathan Safran Foer is an American writer known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. His works often blend historical, literary, and philosophical elements, exploring themes such as family, memory, and identity. more

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