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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Future Horizon Reach
Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
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Head Shy Yourself
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
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
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Hand Myself Time Training
Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some 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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Break Up Bury Himself Leaving Live Myself Try Writing
The hardest part of writing is not to get the ideas but to remember, why it is important to get them.
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Hard Ideas Important Remember Writing
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
Isn’t it strange how upset people get about a few dozen baseball players taking growth hormones, when we’re doing what we’re doing to our food animals and feeding them to our children?
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Children Food Growth Ourselves People Strange Upset
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.
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Illumination Light Myself Past Side
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
I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.
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Children Myself Need Past
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Manufacture Myself Truth Wall
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
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

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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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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