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When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.
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Family Food Herself Offering Terror Tree
There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Understand Wrong Yourself
Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.
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Dreams End Eyes Myself Person World
I never confused what I had with what I was.
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Confusion Myself
I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.
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Food Limitation Love Myself
I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.
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Different Hate Myself
I didn’t feel empty. I wished I’d felt empty. … I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
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Empty Feeling Myself Stone
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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Depend Moments Oneself
The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.
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Death Mistake Myself
I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.
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Children Myself Need Past
Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.
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Compassionate Truth
He couldn’t bear to live, but he couldn’t bear to die. He couldn’t bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn’t bear to keep it, but he couldn’t bear to destroy it either.
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Death Destroy Himself Live Note
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing.” “So what’s something?” “Being reliable is something. Being good.
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Feeling Goodness Reliable Trust
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
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Missing Myself Sorry Wonder
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

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

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