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He wanted to save the world. That’s what he was like. But he wouldn’t put our family in danger. That’s what he was like. He must have weighed my life against a life he might have been able to save. Or ten. Or one hundred. He must have decided that my life weighed more than one hundred lives. His hair turned gray that winter. I thought it was snow. He promised us that everything would be OK. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be OK. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Extremamente Alto & Incrivelmente Perto), Jonathan Safran Foer