I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
Jonathan Safran FoerShe felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.
Jonathan Safran FoerWhen we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
Jonathan Safran FoerAnd she would say, "Today you believe in God?" And he would say, "Today I believe in love".
Jonathan Safran Foer