The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape. — 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 felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me. He squeezed my sides so hard, and… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share
“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
