People with nothing to declare carry the most.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERI could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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We spent our lives making livings.
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Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
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I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
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When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
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I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can.
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If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.
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The 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.
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The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It’s already happening.
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I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
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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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We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
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I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.
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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.
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