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Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Complete Dreams Fantasy Feeling Myself Universe
I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.
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Enemy Myself Ordinary Thinking Way
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
Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can.
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Change Choice Community Conscience Family Farm Local Nation Ourselves Word
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
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
What does it remember like?
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One Liner Remember
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
And she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love”.
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Believe God Love Myself
We aren’t exactly emptying the oceans; it’s more like clear-cutting a forest with thousands of species to create massive fields with one type of soybean.
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Empty Exact Forest Ocean Oneself Type
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
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
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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Imagination Myself Ocean Yourself

Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

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