I'm reading a book.

I'm reading The History Of Love by Nicole Krauss.  She's married to Jonathan Safran Foer.  I had no clue. He's the more famous author and I'm reading his wife's work without ever have read his.

Anyways, here's some word for word excerpts or something like it.

At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I’d end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.

There were rumors of unfathomable things, and because we couldn't fathom them we failed to believe them, until we had no choice and it was too late.

What is larger than life? To sit in the front row and look up at a beautiful girl’s face two stories high and have the vibrations of her voice massaging your legs is to be reminded of the size of life. So I sit in the front row. If I leave with a crick in my neck and a fading hard-on it was a good seat. I’m not a dirty man, I’m a man who wanted to be as large as life.

There are passages of my book I know by heart.

By heart, this is not an expression I use lightly.

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I love the last one. Taking something we say quite a bit "I know this song by heart!" and dissecting the words to their actual meaning.  "by heart" "know" "we"
I don't know what I'm really trying to say.  I feel like my head is filled with half thoughts or almost there thoughts most of the time.
All of the time.

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