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I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.
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Ability Hold On Important Myself Sorry
I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.
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Children Myself Need Past
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
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
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Bury Memories Opinion Ourselves Past Remain Side
Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.
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Family Food Herself Offering Terror Tree
Everything else happened – why not the things that could have?
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Destiny Fate Life
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
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Alone Myself
Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.
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Food Help Honey Nourish Ourselves Purpose Remember Serve Tears
Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
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Existence Need Protection Yourself
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
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Angry Forget Hands Herself Laughter Sadness
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
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Heart Meaning Myself People Pieces Word
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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Appearance Himself Night Sleep Steal
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
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
Words never mean what we want them to mean.
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Meaning Word

I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.

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