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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

It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.
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Challenge Eat Myself
I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that trees inhale when people exhale, because I was too young to understand the truth about biological processes.
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Breathe Father Process Tree Understand Young
Ninety-nine percent of all land animals eaten or used to produce milk and eggs in the United States are factory farmed. So although there are important exceptions, to speak about eating animals today is to speak about factory farming.
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Animal Eat Factory Farm Land Talk
If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
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Different Myself Silence World
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
I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.
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Day Myself Wash
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
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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Illumination Light Myself Past Side
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing.” “So what’s something?” “Being reliable is something. Being good.
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Feeling Goodness Reliable Trust
Most of the times that I think about my relationship to Judaism, I not only accuse myself of a shallowness, but I feel certain that there’s a shallowness there. That’s not a bad thing, really.
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Bad Myself Relationship Shallow Thinking Time
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
Do you eat chicken because you are familiar with the scientific literature on them and have decided that their suffering doesn’t matter, or do you do it because it tastes good?
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Decision Eat Goodness Literature Suffering Taste Yourself
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
There were 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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Bury Communication Hide Himself Hurt Myself Word
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
Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.
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Brain Invention Myself Quiet
We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts.
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Heart Intimate Myself Often Present Rich Save Technology Time
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend 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
I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
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Hands Myself Side Thinking
What does it remember like?
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One Liner Remember
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
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
We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.
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Feeling Important Love Romance Talk Togetherness
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
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Different Help Myself Remember Time
He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.
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Admire Book Feeling Reading Yourself
I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
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Beginning Deserve Detail Friendship Leaving Myself Relationship Talk Yourself

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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