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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?

Jonathan Safran Foer

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 animals are those things that God likes but doesn’t love.
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Animal God Love
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
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Active Forget Pain Remember
Not responding is a response–we are equally responsible for what we don’t do. In the case of animal slaughter, to throw your hands in the air is to wrap your fingers around a knife handle.
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Equality Fingers Respond Responsibility Throw Yourself
Most of the times that I think about my relationship to Judaism, I not only accuse myself of a shallowness, but I feel certain that there’s a shallowness there. That’s not a bad thing, really.
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Bad Myself Relationship Shallow Thinking Time
Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore — “I’m easy; I’ll eat anything” — can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.
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Appearance Easy Eat Goodness Social Society Way
With writing, we have second chances.
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Chance Opportunity Writing
Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
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Head Shy Yourself
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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Each Other Talk Way Word
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
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Bury Communication Hide Himself Hurt Myself Word
I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.
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Forgiveness Leave Myself Return
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
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Arrangement Myself Question World
She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.
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Herself Love Myself Togetherness
You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
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Call Organic Yourself
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.
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Feeling Life Loud Music Myself Stranger
And she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love”.
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Believe God Love 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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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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