Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERAnd she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love”.
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We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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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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Do you eat chicken because you are familiar with the scientific literature on them and have decided that their suffering doesn’t matter, or do you do it because it tastes good?
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He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
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The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.
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I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
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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.
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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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Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.
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She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
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I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
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I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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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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As long as I am thinking, I am alive.
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Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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