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.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERMy wife and I have chosen to bring up our children as vegetarians. In another time or place, we might have made a different decision. But the realities of our present moment compelled us to make that choice.
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The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
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My wife and I have chosen to bring up our children as vegetarians. In another time or place, we might have made a different decision. But the realities of our present moment compelled us to make that choice.
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Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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As long as I am thinking, I am alive.
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Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.
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If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.
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He couldn’t bear to live, but he couldn’t bear to die. He couldn’t bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn’t bear to keep it, but he couldn’t bear to destroy it either.
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It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
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Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.
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Words never mean what we want them to mean.
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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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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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She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
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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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