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Jonathan Safran Foer

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
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Eat Factory Live Ourselves
We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
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Believe Cook God
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
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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Fill Memories Time
It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.
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Best Day Life Myself Thinking
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn’t see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Distance Fill Memories Reach Time Walk Yourself
Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.
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Hear Return Time Yourself
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.
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Ability Choice Cruelty Ignorance Understand
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?
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Imagination Love Time Togetherness Touch
Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Animal Change Expose Live Respond Silence
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
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
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Manufacture Myself Truth Wall
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
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

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