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We spent our lives making livings.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.
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Ability Choice Cruelty Ignorance Understand
Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.
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Brain Invention Myself Quiet
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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Grow Up 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
I never confused what I had with what I was.
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Confusion Myself
You do not have to utter anything you do not want to utter,” I told her, and she said, “Then I would never utter another word again.” “You do not have to do anything that you do not want to do.” “Then I would never do anything again.
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Word Yourself
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?
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Imagination Love Time Togetherness Touch
If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
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Different Myself Silence World
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 do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.
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Enemy Myself Ordinary Thinking Way
Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
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Comfortable Experience Organization Scare Word
It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
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Imagination Thinking Yourself
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
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
Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.
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Appearance Himself Night Sleep Steal
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

We spent our lives making livings.

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