Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWhen I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
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She said, “Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don’t need?” I said, “It depends on what it means to need.
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Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
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And she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love”.
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I didn’t feel empty. I wished I’d felt empty. … I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
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Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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With writing, we have second chances.
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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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Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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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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The hardest part of writing is not to get the ideas but to remember, why it is important to get them.
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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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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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I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.
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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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