“It was me, my thinking, my cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think. I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
(Source: nineteencigarettes)
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