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I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
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Enough Expression One Liner Sadness Word
Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.
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Hear Return Time Yourself
Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.
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Children Feed Myself Worth
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
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Hard Live Person Place Travel
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
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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Children Deep Family Father Lying Myself Parents Promise
Only humans can cry tears.
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Cry Human Tears
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
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Alone Myself
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
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Missing Myself Sorry Wonder
Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.
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Animal Cat Dog Farm Illegal Practice Treat Way
We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
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Burn Cure Fire Love Ourselves Start
Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.
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Family Food Herself Offering Terror Tree
I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
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Complete Dreams Fantasy Feeling Myself Universe
She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee’s knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else
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Animal Born Color Different Herself

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

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