Jonathan Safran Foer

“I started carrying blank books like this one around, which I would fill with all the things I couldn't say...”

“Scientific studies and government records suggest that virtually all (upwards of 95 percent of) chickens become infected with E. coli (an indicator of fecal contamination) and between 39 and 75 percent of chickens in retail stores are still infected. Around 8 percent of birds become infected with salmonella (down from several years ago, when at least one in four birds was infected, which still occurs on some farms). Seventy to 90 percent are infected with another potentially deadly pathogen, campylobacter. Chlorine baths are commonly used to remove slime, odor, and bacteria.Of course, consumers might notice that their chickens don't taste quite right - how good could a drug-stuffed, disease-ridden, shit-contaminated animal possibly taste? - but the birds will be injected (or otherwise pumped up) with "broths" and salty solutions to give them what we have come to think of as the chicken look, smell, and taste. (A recent study by Consumer Reports found that chicken and turkey products, many labeled as natural, "ballooned with 10 to 30 percent of their weight as broth, flavoring, or water.”

“Он довел меня до кухонного стола, который стоял там же, где и наш стол, и сел, хлопнув себя по коленке. «А! - сказал он так громко, что захотелось заткнуть уши. - Какую удивительную я прожил жизнь!» Мне показалось странным, что он это сказал, потому что про жизнь я у него не спрашивал. Я вообще не успел сказать, зачем пришел. «Родился 1 января 1900 года! Двадцатый век прошагал от первого до последнего дня!» - «Серьезно?» - «Мать подделала мое свидетельство о рождении, чтобы я мог участвовать в Первой мировой! Раз в жизни солгала! Я был помолвлен с сестрой Фицджеральда!» - «Кто такой Фицджеральд?» - «Фрэнсис Скотт Кэй Фицджеральд, мой мальчик! Выдающийся писатель! Выдающийся!» - «Опа». – «Бывало, мы с ее отцом садились поболтать на крылечке, пока она марафет на себя наводила! Очень мы с ним живо беседовали! Выдающийся был человек, не менее выдающийся, чем Уинстон Черчилль!» Я решил, что лучше найти Уинстона Черчилля в «Гугле», придя домой, чем сказать, что я не знаю, кто это. «Однажды она спускается и давай меня торопить! А я прошу подождать минутку, потому что мы с ее отцом как раз посреди восхитительнейшей беседы, а разве такую беседу можно прервать!» - «Я не знаю». – «В тот же вечер, когда я ее проводил все до того же крыльца, она сказала: «Иногда мне кажется, что тебе с моим отцом интереснее, чем со мной!» А мне эта чертова честность по наследству от матери досталась, и опять я за нее поплатился! Я сказал: «Да!» И другого шанса сказать ей «да» мне уже не представилось, если ты понимаешь, на что я намекаю!» - «Я не понимаю». – «Профукал невесту! Классически профукал!» Он начал жутко громко раскалываться и опять хлопнул себя по коленке. Я сказал: «Оборжацца», потому что какие еще варианты, если человек так раскалывается. «Оборжацца! – сказал он. – Именно! С тех пор я о ней ничего не слышал! Ну, что ж! Сколько людей проходит через твою жизнь! Сотни тысяч людей! Надо держать дверь открытой, чтобы они могли войти! Но это значит, что они могут в любую минуту выйти!» ”

“Sea horses have complicated routines for courtship, and tend to mate under full moons, making musical sounds while doing so. They live in long-term monogamous partnerships. What is perhaps most unusual, though, is that it is the male sea horse that carries the young for up to six weeks. Males become properly "pregnant," not only carrying, but fertilizing and nourishing the developing eggs with fluid secretions. The image of males giving birth is perpetually mind-blowing: a turbid liquid bursts forth from the brood pouch, and like magic, minuscule but fully formed sea horses appear out of the cloud.”

“If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.”

“While it is always possible to wake a person who's sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.”

“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.”

“Not responding is a response--we are equally responsible for what we don't do. In the case of animal slaughter, to throw your hands in the air is to wrap your fingers around a knife handle.”

“We can't plead ignorance, only indifference. Those alive today are the generations that came to know better. We have the burden and the opportunity of living in the moment when the critique of factory farming broke into the popular consciousness. We are the ones of whom it will be fairly asked, What did you do when you learned the truth about eating animals?”

“Just how destructive does a culinary preference have to be before we decide to eat something else? If contributing to the suffering of billions of animals that live miserable lives and (quite often) die in horrific ways isn't motivating, what would be? If being the number one contributor to the most serious threat facing the planet (global warming) isn't enough, what is? And if you are tempted to put off these questions of conscience, to say not now, then when?”

“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?”

“I can't count the times that upon telling someone I am vegetarian, he or she responded by pointing out an inconsistency in my lifestyle or trying to find a flaw in an argument I never made. (I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.)”

“We were quiet on the car ride home. I turned on the radio and found a station playing "Hey Jude." It was true, I didn't want to make it bad. I wanted to take the sad song and make it better. It's just that I didn't know how.”

“Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away (from the animal, our plate, our concern, ourselves) or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something”

“You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily. ”

“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?”

“Writing is like pulling teeth out of your penis.”

“It is said that the Messiah will come at the end of the world." "But it was not the end of the world," Grandfather said. "It was. He just did not come." "Why did he not come?" "This was the lesson we learned from everything that happened - there is no God. It took all of the hidden faces for Him to prove this to us." "What if it was a challenge of your faith?" I said. "I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this." "What if it was not in his power?" "I could not believe in a God that could not stop what happened." "What if it was man and not God that did all of this?" "I do not believe in man, either.”

“I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.”

“We all choose things, and we also all choose against things. I want to be the kind of person who chooses for more than chooses against...”

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

“She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be.”

“He invented stories so fantastic she had to believe. Of cours, she was only a child, still removing the dust from her first death. What else could she do? And he was already accumulating the dust of his second death. What else could he do? ”

“Is this why you think you are chosen by God, because only you can understand the funnies that you make about yourself?”

“The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!”

“It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.”

“Not responding is a response - we are equally responsible for what we don't do.”

“I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. He smiled, like he was nervous. I could tell he didn't understand, which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shirt. "Do? You? Really? Love? New York?" He said, "New York?" I said, "Your. Shirt." He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said "New," and the Y and said "York." He looked confused or embarrassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings. "I not know was New York. In Chinese, ny mean 'you.' Thought was 'I love you.'" It was then that I noticed the "I♥NY" poster on the wall, and the "I♥NY" flag over the door, and the "I♥NY" dishtowels, and the "I♥NY" lunchbox on the kitchen table. I asked him, "Well, then why do you love everybody so much?”

“When I got off the plane, after eleven hours of travel and forty years away, the man took my passport and asked me the purpose of my visit, I wrote in my daybook, "To mourn," and then, "To mourn try to live," he gave me a look and asked if I would consider that business or pleasure, I wrote, "Neither." "For how long do you plan to mourn and try to live?" "For as long as I can." "Are we talking about a weekend or a year?" I didn't write anything. The man said, "Next.”

“To try to live.”

“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.”

“What if the water that came out of the shower was treated with a chemical that responded to a combination of things, like your heartbeat and your body temperature and your brainwaves, so that your skin changed color according to mood? If you were extremely excited your skin would turn green, and if you we're angry you'd turn red, obviously, and if you felt like shiitake you'd turn brown and if you we're blue you'd turn blue.Everyone could know what everyone else felt and we could be more careful with each other, because you'd never want to tell someone who skin was purple that you're angry at her for being late, just like you'd want to pat a pink person on the back and say, "Congratulations!”

“Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.”

“We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?”

“AND IF WE ARE TO STRIVE FOR A BETTER FUTURE, MUSTN'T WE BE FAMILIAR AND RECONCILED WITH OUR PAST?”

“From the movie "Everything is Illuminated" based on a book by Jonathan Safran Foer:I have reflected many times upon our rigid search. 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. Like you say, inside out. Jonathan, in this way, I will always be along the side of your life. And you will always be along the side of mine.”

“Mom told me, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don’t you think?” I told her, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone.”

“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.”

“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.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.”

“I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.”

“I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.”

“I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.”

“We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things...”

“I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that trees inhale when people exhale, because I was too young to understand the truth about biological processes.”

“Only humans can cry tears.”

“...sometimes you have to put your fears in order...”

“I was more alone than if I had been alone.”

“I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.”

“...the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.”