I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having. — 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
Needless to say, jamming deformed, drugged, overstressed birds together in a filthy, waste-coated room is not very healthy. Beyond deformities, eye damage,… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
He was not such a special person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending… — 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
