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The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Not responding is a response - we are equally responsible for what we don't do.
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food-safety
non-fiction
vegetarinism
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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b45ae59
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Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?
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philosophy
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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8e7c42a
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I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread. You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking. Then it's like I woke up and baked bread, I said, and we were joking even then. I wondered will there come a time when we won't be joking? And what would it look like? And how would that feel? When I was a girl, my life was music that was alw..
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growing-up
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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7c8ee71
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I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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longing
love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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42aabd9
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I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor to his sadness.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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With writing, we have second chances.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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a167bca
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You can't love anything more than something you miss.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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29e7462
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I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.
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dying
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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d53c246
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I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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584d430
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When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect y..
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Perhaps in the back of our minds we already understand, without all the science I've discussed, that something terribly wrong is happening. Our sustenance now comes from misery. We know that if someone offers to show us a film on how our meat is produced, it will be a horror film. We perhaps know more than we care to admit, keeping it down in the dark places of our memory-- disavowed. When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on t..
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factory-farming
meat
science
veganism
vegetarianism
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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de8a0c0
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Sadness of being misunderstood [ ]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds, Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness...
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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0eddd0d
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In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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b268841
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Mom told me, "It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don't you think?" I told her, "It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone."
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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1cb47ab
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He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
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love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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568585a
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The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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44914ae
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I can't count the times that upon telling someone I am vegetarian, he or she responded by pointing out an inconsistency in my lifestyle or trying to find a flaw in an argument I never made. (I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.)
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vegetarians
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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30cafe9
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But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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e051a74
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I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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c2a57e0
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The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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004cc0a
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She has become an expert at confusing with with with .
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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854391d
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I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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a3f9cf1
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It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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e050000
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I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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ea8078b
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There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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people
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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dfe55e2
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I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn't recognize it. It's not that I didn't trust him, becuase I did. It's that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don't know how I could have tried harder.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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d533ddc
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Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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f54c9b2
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Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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2a865a3
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Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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1b52c8e
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Words never mean what we want them to mean.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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ed1e699
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If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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3d2b8ca
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There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
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heart-ache
hurt
untold-things
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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cdc13a9
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Instead of singing in the shower, I would write out the lyrics of my favourite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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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 ..
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand...... But until we find this new way of speaking, until we can find a nonapproximate vocabulary, nonsense words are the best thing we've got. Ifactifice is one such word.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things...
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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d52f7d0
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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 t..
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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981de4d
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I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I liked chess, I asked her if she liked fallen trees, she went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me, I needed to see her again, I couldn't explain my need to myself, and that's why it was such a beautiful need, there's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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e39c216
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She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
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love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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922151a
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What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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fb50b2f
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The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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a1ac391
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It's so hard to express yourself.' I understand this.' I want to express myself.' The same is true for me.' I'm looking for my voice.' It's in your mouth.' I want to do something I'm not ashamed of.' Something you are proud of, yes?' Not even. I just don't want to be ashamed.
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individuality
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Jonathan Safran Foer |