laughter so easily turns to hysteria for imaginative children. i felt for weeks after that i had been very, very sick, and until i completely recovered my strength i stood on laughter’s cliff and any funny thing could hurl me off to my death far below.
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
—jonathan safran foer