It was late, and we were tired. We assumed there would be other nights. Anna’s breathing started to slow, but I still wanted to talk. She rolled onto her side. I said, I want to tell you something. She said, You can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister.We slept in the same bed.There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The books in my father’s shed were sighing. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It’s always necessary.
The quote is from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I find it really hard to explain this without being overly sentimental and just downright cheesy. JSF was the person that changed a lot of things in my life. I don’t think that particular phrase would hold any meaning for me had I not found his books, and now I find that it means close to everything — for me it manages to explain exactly how I feel when I read a book, or even just hold it, knowing it carries everything the author felt, lived, and breathed for however many weeks, months, or years he was writing it.
Simple explanation: I just really love books, okay.