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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
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Blank Book Infinite Myself Time
Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.
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Children Feed Myself 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
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
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
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
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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Grow Up Worst
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
Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Future Horizon Reach
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
The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
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Bruise Earn Feeling Hate Life 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
We aren’t exactly emptying the oceans; it’s more like clear-cutting a forest with thousands of species to create massive fields with one type of soybean.
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Empty Exact Forest Ocean Oneself Type
Everything else happened – why not the things that could have?
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Destiny Fate Life
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
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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Each Other Talk Way Word

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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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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