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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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
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
You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.
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Person Understand Whisper Yourself
He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
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Children Deep Family Father Lying Myself Parents Promise
This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
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Absence Hate Himself Love Presence
Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
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Enough Expression One Liner Sadness Word
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
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
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Active Forget Pain Remember
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
Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.
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Ability Choice Cruelty Ignorance Understand
There are still many different ways to get stuck, existentially stuck. Feeling like, “This is worthless. I’m wasting my time, and I would be wasting the time of someone who tried to read this.” It happens all the time.
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Different Myself Reading Wasted Time Way Worth
Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don’t cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears – you know, it’s a horrible thing.
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Adult Cry Deserve Development Function Home Ourselves People World
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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Animal Dog Happiness Oneself
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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Fill Memories Time
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
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Believe Future Greatness Learning Time Treat

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