Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

What do you expect me to do about it?

When you make something, cleaning it out of structural debris is one of the most vital things you do.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Why did you wake me? A serving lady could piss out that fire.

You dont know me, you just met me, well if i couldnt have it..silly rabbit, why ya sweat me

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.

I wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at me like I was — nothing. An annoyance, maybe.

Ironically no one ever wants to hear what I have to say about anything. They usually argue with me to the point I want to put them through a wall. Hopefully you won’t be so dense. (Acheron)

People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.

At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.

Ultimately, I know what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I'm trying to be a construction worker. I'm trying to make things. If people are not interested in that, fine. I just don't give a damn.

Writing is very much like bricklaying. You learn to put one brick on top of another and spread the mortar so thick.

I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.

The saddest people I've met in my life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all .

I hear them n-ggas talkin sh-t, but there ain't that much that they can do.

I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

The next time the novelist rings the bell I will not stir though the meeting-house burn down.

People are always saying, 'You're really nice, I thought you were going to be a complete asshole.' I'm getting pretty fed up with it. I just want to say to them, 'Well I could always piss on your head.'

Apathy is grossly undervalued and never there for me when I need it.

Nothing precludes sympathy so much as a perfect indifference to it

Ron and Hermione were still smirking and Harry felt his temper rise; he wasn’t even sure why he was feeling so angry. “Don’t sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasn’t I?” he said heatedly. “I know what went on, all right? And I didn’t get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because — because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right — but I just blundered through it all, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing — STOP LAUGHING!

It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.

I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.