How could this world be so unlike the world that I believed I was living in? I can't describe it. Do I not want to describe it, or do I simply not possess the vocabulary? — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Why wouldn't - how couldn't - an author care about how his or her books look? — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about it at… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“The appearance was misleading- human dreams; rubbish heaps abundant yet ephemeral sudden and splendid, only to wilt and perish” — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“the entirety of human society and moral progress represents an explicit transcendence of what’s “natural.” — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“Food is not so much a symbol of freedom as the first requirement of freedom. We eat foods that are native to America on… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“Rationally, factory farming is so obviously wrong, in so many ways. In all of my reading and conversations, I’ve yet to find a credible… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
