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Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.

Jonathan Safran Foer

The animals are those things that God likes but doesn’t love.
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Animal God Love
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
Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.
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Wonder Word Work World Worth
Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.
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Animal Cat Dog Farm Illegal Practice Treat Way
I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
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Complete Dreams Fantasy Feeling Myself Universe
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
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Communication Music Understand
I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.
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Alone Feeling Myself Universe
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
She avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself.
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Avoid Finding Herself Mirror Powerful
I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember,
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Life Lose Myself Remember Try
I never confused what I had with what I was.
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Confusion Myself
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
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
She said, “Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don’t need?” I said, “It depends on what it means to need.
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Deep Myself Need Philosophy
Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
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Enough Expression One Liner Sadness Word

Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.

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Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.

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