Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree. Jonathan Safran Foer More Quotes by Jonathan Safran Foer More Quotes From Jonathan Safran Foer I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that trees inhale when people exhale, because I was too young to understand the truth about biological processes. Jonathan Safran Foer dad tree people We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things. Jonathan Safran Foer particular important talking Mom told me, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don’t you think?” I told her, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone Jonathan Safran Foer grandma lonely mom This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell in a newly found peace after he decided not to eat animals. Kafka recognized that fish as a member of his invisible family- not as his equal, of course, but as another being that was his concern. Jonathan Safran Foer berlin aquariums animal I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts. Jonathan Safran Foer second-thoughts I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side. Jonathan Safran Foer sides hands ...he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me to sleep with them under my pillow. He said that when he came back, we would remeasure his body against the string as proof that he hadn't changed. Jonathan Safran Foer pieces body sleep We aren’t exactly emptying the oceans; it’s more like clear-cutting a forest with thousands of species to create massive fields with one type of soybean. Jonathan Safran Foer soybeans cutting ocean But I dig Negroes. I dig them all the way. Jonathan Safran Foer way What does it remember like? Jonathan Safran Foer doe remember ....Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder. Jonathan Safran Foer would-be wonder world Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him. Jonathan Safran Foer ribs sleep night Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]. Jonathan Safran Foer sadness knowing mean Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake. Jonathan Safran Foer balzac She brushed her eyelashes against his chest. Jonathan Safran Foer chests eyelashes The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer. Jonathan Safran Foer active painful In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations. Jonathan Safran Foer champion father world Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing? Jonathan Safran Foer laughter air happiness Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach. Jonathan Safran Foer distance memories two This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive. Jonathan Safran Foer touching heart hands
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