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You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Letting Go
"Jonathan Safran Foer On Marriage, Religion And Universal Balances". "Fresh Air" with Terry Gross, www.npr.org. July 7, 2017.

The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Surprise

Love...is the immovability of truth.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Love Is

The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.

Jonathan Safran Foer
World, End Of The World, Ends

The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Suffering, Doe, Ends
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.33, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Long, Path, Crosses
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.215, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Ifs
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.151, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Disappointment, Lost
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.107, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world.

Jonathan Safran Foer
World, End Of The World, Ends

Do you eat chicken because you are familiar with the scientific literature on them and have decided that their suffering doesn't matter, or do you do it because it tastes good?

Jonathan Safran Foer
Suffering, Literature, Matter

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Leaving, Down And, Faces
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.178, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Well, what I don't get is why do we exist? I don't mean how, but why.' I watched the fireflies of his thoughts orbit his head. He said, 'we exist because we exist. . .we could imagine all sorts of universes like this one, but this is the one that happened.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Mean, Firefly, Orbit

You will remember when a bird crashed through the window and fell to the floor. You will remember, those of you who were there, how it jerked its wings before dying, and left a spot of blood on the floor after it was removed. But who among you was first to notice the negative bird it left in the window? Who first saw the shadow that the bird left behind, the shadow that drew blood from any finger that dared to trace it, the shadow that was better proof of the bird's existence than the bird ever was?

Jonathan Safran Foer
Wings, Blood, Bird
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.38, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.

Jonathan Safran Foer
News, Easy, Enough
Jonathan Safran Foer (2006). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”, p.53, Penguin UK

That’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Love Is, Want
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.130, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Voice, Broken, Cobblestone Streets
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.126, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Only humans can cry tears.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Tears, Cry, Cry Tears
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.96, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

Jonathan Safran Foer
Answers, Ifs

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Stones, Empty, Pitcher
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.231, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Country, Home, Cities
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.209, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Every moment before this one depends on this one.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Moments, Depends
Jonathan Safran Foer (2006). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”, p.269, Penguin UK

What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?

Jonathan Safran Foer
Spending, Getting To Know Each Other, Knows
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.105, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Understanding, Cruelty, Ability
Jonathan Safran Foer (2010). “Eating Animals”, p.47, Penguin UK

Books are for those without real lives, he thought. And they are no real replacement.

Jonathan Safran Foer
Real, Book, Real Life
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.195, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second

Jonathan Safran Foer
Years, Joy, Hundred

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