Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.
Let love write on you for awhile.
I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.
I didn’t intend to write about totems or people searching. I tried not to constrain myself, and this is what I ended up with. There’s this great Auden quote: “I look at what I write so I can see what I think.”
So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
If people thought about food more like how we think about the environment, a lot of people would be eating differently and the whole system would look a lot different.
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
My wife and I have chosen to bring up our children as vegetarians. In another time or place, we might have made a different decision. But the realities of our present moment compelled us to make that choice.
The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It’s already happening.
When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?