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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

Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Animal Change Expose Live Respond Silence
Songs are as sad as the listener.
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Listening Sadness Song
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
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
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
I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.
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Difference Emotion Feeling Shame Shy Yourself
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
I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.
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Ability Hold On Important Myself Sorry
I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.
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Alone Feeling Myself Universe
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
He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.
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Admire Book Feeling Reading Yourself
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
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
Let love write on you for awhile.
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Love Sex Writing Yourself
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
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Different Help Myself Remember Time

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