I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether its 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.
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
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