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....Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.

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Jonathan Safran Foer
Age: 47
Born: 1977
Born: February 21
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I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.
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I said, 'I need to know how he died.' He flipped back and pointed at, 'Why?' So I can stop inventing how he died. I'm always inventing.
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