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View Plans“ ”In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.
Jonathan Safran Foer (born February 21, 1977) is an American fiction writer.
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View PlansI imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.