Quotes from Jonathan Safran Foer

I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.

Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.

Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.

It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?

In the water I saw my father's face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.

Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

The question, I've come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.

I have made my own choice, which is vegetarianism, but it's not the choice I'm imposing on anybody else.

Look, taste is clearly the crudest of our senses: this is scientifically, objectively factual. It is less nuanced. Eyesight is extraordinary - hearing, touch. I find people who devote their whole lives to taste a little strange.

I think there's going to be something that happens now, where books move in two directions, one toward digitized formats and one toward remembering what's nice about the physicality of them.

The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Let love write on you for awhile.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

Oh, I'd say I like a meal as much as anybody. But I find a certain kind of foodiness silly, gluttonous and embarrassing.

Maybe one day the world will change, that we'll be in a luxurious position of being able to debate whether or not it's inherently wrong to eat animals, but the question doesn't matter right now.

We need a better way to talk about eating animals, a way that doesn't ignore or even just shruggingly accept things like habits, cravings, family and history but rather incorporates them into the conversation. The more they are allowed in, the more able we will be to follow our best instincts.

I usually write away from home, in coffee shops, on trains, on planes, in friends' houses. I like places where there's stuff going on that you can lift your eyes, see something interesting, overhear a conversation.