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The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.

Jonathan Safran Foer

You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
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Call Organic Yourself
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
The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.
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Each Other Hard Love Myself Stranger Thinking
I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.
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Forgiveness Leave Myself Return
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
Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
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Existence Need Protection Yourself
Words never mean what we want them to mean.
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Meaning Word
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
I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.
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Believe Challenge Faith God Myself
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 don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
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Excellence Life Limitation Thinking
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
I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
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Happiness Myself Thinking Time
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
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
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
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Happiness Philosophy Protect Sadness Yourself

The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.

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The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.

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