Your life is yours and yours alone. Rise up and live it.

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere.

When two people part who have loved each other it is as if what happens between them befell in a great emptiness - as if the tearing asunder of the flesh must turn at last into a disembodied anguish.

It made me start to wonderif there were other people so loney so close. I thought about "Eleanor Rigby." It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

Written By Jonathan Safran Foer

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