I just finished up reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathon Safran Foer and it was rife with excellent quotes. So I've come to share.
"I think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it." (p 17)
"[...]'A little cut but I never forgot it! That was so long ago!'
'But yesterday in your life right?'
'Yesterday! Today! Five minutes ago! Now!'" (p 161)
"She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary." (p 79)
"Thinking would keep me alive. But now I am alive, and thinking is killing me." (p 215)
"'Well it's hard for anyone, even the most pessimistic of pessimists, to spend more than a few minutes in Central Park without feeling that he or she is experiencing a tense in addition to present, right?'
'Maybe we're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come. Or maybe it's the residue of the dreams from that night the park was moved. Maybe we miss what those children had lost, and hope for what they hoped for.'" (p 222 - this is a small part of a larger story in the book about a fabled sixth borough in NYC, where Central Park was originally located. I wish I could type out the whole story - the whole thing was excellent.)
"'That's the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heave we feed each other!'
'I don't believe in the afterlife.'
'Neither do I, but I believe in the story!'" (p 164)
"[...] literature was the only religion her father practiced, when a book fell on the floor he kissed it, when he was done with a book he tried to give it away to someone who would love it, and if he couldn't find a worthy recipient, he buried it [...] I imagined [the trees'] roots wrapped around books, pulling nourishment from th epages, I imagined rings of letters in their trunks." (p 114)
"You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness." (p 180)
"It's a shame we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life." (p 119)
"'I know about this building because I love it.'
'What is it about this building?'
'If I had an answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?'" (p 250)
"Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret is how much I believed in the future." (p 281)
"I touched the sheets, I lowered myself to the floor, and smelled the pillow, I wanted anything of you that I could have, I wanted dust." (p 281)
So yeah. A lot. But I love them. I love this book.