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When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.

Jonathan Safran Foer

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Heart Meaning Myself People Pieces Word
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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Deep Myself Need Philosophy
The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
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Bruise Earn Feeling Hate Life Yourself
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
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Love Missing Tragedy Yourself
This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
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Absence Hate Himself Love Presence
I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.
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Food Limitation Love Myself
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
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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Hard Ideas Important Remember Writing
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Manufacture Myself Truth Wall
We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
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Believe Cook God
The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It’s already happening.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Factory People Reality See Willing
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
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Day Oneself Start Worst
Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.
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Wonder Word Work World Worth
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
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Arrangement Myself Question World
I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Different Hate Myself
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

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.

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