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Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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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Appearance Himself Night Sleep Steal
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
Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.
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Dreams End Eyes Myself Person World
You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
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Call Organic Yourself
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
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.
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Food Help Honey Nourish Ourselves Purpose Remember Serve Tears
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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Born Death Fire Live Ourselves Rise Smoking
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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Appreciation Division Genius Infinte Sadness Separate
The animals are those things that God likes but doesn’t love.
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Animal God Love
Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Change Live Ourselves Respond
Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some 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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Break Up Bury Himself Leaving Live Myself Try Writing
I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.
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Enemy Myself Ordinary Thinking Way
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
The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.
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Death Mistake Myself

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