When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWhen I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIt’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWe talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOEROne hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWhat does it remember like?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWorthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERThe more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERThe mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERCruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOEREverything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERThe only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWe often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERWhen we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER