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Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

Jonathan Safran Foer

My wife and I have chosen to bring up our children as vegetarians. In another time or place, we might have made a different decision. But the realities of our present moment compelled us to make that choice.
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Children Choice Decision Different Moments Place Present Reality Wife
Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.
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Book Design Fascination Myself Poem Yourself
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
Part of living your life is an awareness of the opportunities that can be missed and an awareness that time moves in one direction.
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Aware Direction Life Live Miss Move Oneself Opportunity
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
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Hard Live Person Place Travel
You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
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Call Organic Yourself
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 got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn’t even matter if I existed at all.
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Existence heavy Myself Time Universe
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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Imagination Myself Ocean Yourself
Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
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Enough Expression One Liner Sadness Word
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
Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It’s almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.
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Car Design Faith Writing
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?
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Lost Memories Morning Shadow Yourself
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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Animal Dog Happiness Oneself
The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.
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Leave Meaning Myself River Start Thinking Tree

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