When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIn my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
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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.
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The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.
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I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.
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We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
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It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
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I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
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I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
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Everything I did, I did because I thought it was the correct thing to do, I am not a hero, it is true, But I am not a bad person, either.
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Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
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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.
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I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
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