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
world said bigs
The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!
enough proof
...and when is enough proof enough?
long failing
For how long could we fail until we surrendered?
strong reality animal
We need a better way to talk about eating animals. We need a way that brings meat to the center of public discussion in the same way it is often at the center of our plates. This doesn't require that we pretend we are going to have a collective agreement. However strong our intuitions are about what's right for us personally and even about what's right for others, we all know in advance that our positions will clash with those of our neighbors. What do we do with that most inevitable reality? Drop the conversation, or find a way to reframe it?
turkeys torture
You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.
writing boys men
And here I am, instead of there. I'm sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won't be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?
snow four schmucks
The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.
wish lines chalk
I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.
challenges enough food-safety
It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.
country home cities
I wasn’t trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn’t matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.
air always-trying tea
We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air conditioner so I could turn up the heat.
goodbye persons hard
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
hands sides
I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
second-thoughts
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.