I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you. Jonathan Safran Foer More Quotes by Jonathan Safran Foer More Quotes From Jonathan Safran Foer Songs are as sad as the listener. Jonathan Safran Foer sadnessmusicsong Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something. Jonathan Safran Foer our-lives While it is always possible to wake a person who's sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. Jonathan Safran Foer pretendingnoisesleep If nothing matters, there's nothing to save. Jonathan Safran Foer eating-animalsnothing-mattersmatter The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs. Jonathan Safran Foer horsecowsdog One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family. Jonathan Safran Foer familyhatemean The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it. Jonathan Safran Foer sadnessovercomingway I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it. Jonathan Safran Foer indifferenthate This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence? Jonathan Safran Foer everything-is-illuminatedhateabsence It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time? Jonathan Safran Foer heartmeanpeople I can't count the times that upon telling someone I am vegetarian, he or she responded by pointing out an inconsistency in my lifestyle or trying to find a flaw in an argument I never made. (I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.) Jonathan Safran Foer vegetarianismtryingpeople One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second Jonathan Safran Foer hundredjoyyears She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness. Jonathan Safran Foer sadnesslaughinghands I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love. Jonathan Safran Foer sushisteaklimits When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own. Jonathan Safran Foer meatvegetarianismflesh Words never mean what we want them to mean. Jonathan Safran Foer languagewantmean I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time. Jonathan Safran Foer blankwantbook What? she said once to herself, and then once aloud, What? She felt a total displacement, like a spinning globe brought to a sudden halt by the light touch of a finger. How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much - so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins - without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her? Jonathan Safran Foer coffinslightpeople Do you eat chicken because you are familiar with the scientific literature on them and have decided that their suffering doesn't matter, or do you do it because it tastes good? Jonathan Safran Foer literaturesufferingmatter Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing. Jonathan Safran Foer madebrainquiet
