Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foeris an American novelist. He is best known for his novels Everything Is Illuminated, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and for his non-fiction work Eating Animals. He teaches creative writing at New York University...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth21 February 1977
CountryUnited States of America
clever real thinking
There's nothing good about being certain about things. And I don't think there's any real talent in using language in a manipulative way, with phrases like "tax relief" or "Social Security reform." It's politically clever, but it's also completely disingenuous, and it's not something to aspire to.
past light sides
It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.
thinking people one-day
It will never be the case that people won't eat meat. I think it could conceivably be the case one day that people eat very small amounts of it. That it's a special thing, rather than reach for it because it's cheap or reach for it because it's convenient, that it becomes something festive or something celebratory, once a week, and that could actually be achieved on small farms if we really changed our habits.
love beautiful lying
So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love - loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.
fiction feels reader
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
baby judging guilt
Flea-Market vendors are frozen mid-haggle. Middle-aged women are frozen in the middle of their lives. The gavels of frozen judges are frozen between guilt and innocence. On the ground are the crystals of the frozen first breaths of babies, and those of the last gasps of the dying.
vegetarianism flesh becoming
When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
misunderstood ifs
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
want shyness turns
Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
life thinking limits
I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
hate feelings going-away
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.
long-distance-relationship ocean white
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
bird enough said
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes
hate indifferent
I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.