In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share
Or perhaps a widow found him and took him in: brought him an easy chair, changed his sweater every morning, shaved his… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That's… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
It's so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won't… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning… — 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
