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Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

Jonathan Safran Foer

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
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Believe Cook God
You do not have to utter anything you do not want to utter,” I told her, and she said, “Then I would never utter another word again.” “You do not have to do anything that you do not want to do.” “Then I would never do anything again.
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Word Yourself
Everything else happened – why not the things that could have?
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Destiny Fate Life
We are lying to ourselves and to each other. Lying about what? I don’t care if we’re lying. I am a bad person. I don’t care. I don’t care what you are.
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Bad Each Other Lying Yourself
Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
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Existence Need Protection Yourself
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?
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Lost Memories Morning Shadow Yourself
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Manufacture Myself Truth Wall
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
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Believe Future Greatness Learning Time Treat
Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore — “I’m easy; I’ll eat anything” — can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.
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Appearance Easy Eat Goodness Social Society Way
Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
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Comfortable Experience Organization Scare Word
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?
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Laughter Myself Room Small
So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
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Leaving Let Go Life People Yourself
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.
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Alive Feeling Hands Heart Touch Yourself
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us…on the inside, looking out.
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Illumination Light Myself Past Side

Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

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Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

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