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Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

Jonathan Safran Foer

She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Blood Bruise Cry Feeling Life Myself Worst
You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
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Call Organic Yourself
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
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
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Imposter Myself Recognition Share Smile Wrong
Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
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Enough Expression One Liner Sadness Word
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Manufacture Myself Truth Wall
Art can be very political but that can’t be the purpose of art, it can’t be the driving force. It isn’t with any of the books that I love, anyway.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Art Drive Love Myself Politics Purpose
Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Compassionate Truth
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Different Help Myself Remember Time
Let love write on you for awhile.
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Love Sex Writing Yourself
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Feeling Myself Night Nightmare Wake Up
The animals are those things that God likes but doesn’t love.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Animal God Love
If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Different Myself Silence World
There are only some many times you can utter “It does not hurt” before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.
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Beginning Hurt Time 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

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