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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

While it is always possible to wake a person who’s sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.
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Asleep Person Possible Sleep Wake Willing
We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.
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Creature Live Love Memories Reminder Story World
She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.
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Beginning Fall In Love Herself Ordinary Time
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
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Love Missing Tragedy Yourself
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
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Deep Missing Myself Problem Surround
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
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
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
One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.
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Day Family Hate Love Oneself Yourself
It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?
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Lonely Myself People Start Wonder
I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.
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Difference Emotion Feeling Shame Shy Yourself
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
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Laughter Myself Room Small
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
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
Only humans can cry tears.
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Cry Human Tears

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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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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