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This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
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Excellence Life Limitation Thinking
I wasn’t trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn’t matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.
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Better Country Home Invention Live World
Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
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Head Shy 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
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
Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
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Existence Need Protection Yourself
There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Understand Wrong Yourself
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
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.
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Fear Order Time 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
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
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Feeling Myself Night Nightmare Wake Up
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.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Person Understand Whisper Yourself
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.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Car Design Faith Writing
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
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

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

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This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

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