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Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.

Jonathan Safran Foer

The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that “beauty always takes place in the particular.” Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
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Cruelty Observation Philosophy Place
In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.
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Conversation End Family Father Myself
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
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
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
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Different Help Myself Remember Time
She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
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Break Fingers Hands Herself Silence
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
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Missing Myself Sorry Wonder
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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Death Destroy Himself Live Note
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn’t see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Distance Fill Memories Reach Time Walk Yourself
I didn’t feel empty. I wished I’d felt empty. … I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
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Empty Feeling Myself Stone
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
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Imposter Myself Recognition Share Smile Wrong
Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
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Goodness Hope People Time 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
There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Understand Wrong Yourself
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
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Day Oneself Start Worst
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

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