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It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

Jonathan Safran Foer

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
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
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Communication Music Understand
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
Only humans can cry tears.
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Cry Human Tears
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 had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.
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Beginning Fall In Love Herself Ordinary Time
If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.
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Camera Hunting Thrill
We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
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Believe Cook God
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
Art can be very political but that can’t be the purpose of art, it can’t be the driving force. It isn’t with any of the books that I love, anyway.
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Art Drive Love Myself Politics Purpose
Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.
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Born Death Fire Live Ourselves Rise Smoking
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
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Heart Meaning Myself People Pieces 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
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can.
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Change Choice Community Conscience Family Farm Local Nation Ourselves Word
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

It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

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It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

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