Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
But that slip of paper wouldn't disappear, ever, and neither would the image of his prostrate wife, and neither would the thought that if he could, it might greatly improve his life to end it.
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
She was a prism through with sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum
Today, it isn't unusual for meat to travel almost halfway around the globe to reach your supermarket. The average distance our meat travels hovers arounf fifteen hundred miles.
There are more places you haven't heard of then you're heard of!' I loved that
And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary.
I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
He chose illness, because he knew of no other way to be seen. Not even by those looking at him.
she also liked to remember that there could be no such thing as an intentional imperfection. People are always mistaking something that looks good for something that feels good.
In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.
I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
The persistence of the story of animal consent into the contemporary era tells of a human appreciation of the stakes, and a desire to do the right thing.
...only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them....
He promised us that everything would be OK. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be OK. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
It's better to lose something than never to have had
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of...
It's nice to believe that when confronted with facts people will just suddenly respond to them but, in fact, most people don't really work like that.
Thomas! What are you doing!" and I gestured, "I thought this was Nothing, " covering myself with one of my daybooks, and she said, "It's Something!
There's never been a culture that wasn't obsessed with food. The sort of sad thing is that our obsession is no longer with food, but with the price of food.