There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

What we lose in our great human exodus from the land is a rooted sense, as deep and intangible as religious faith, of why we need to hold on to the wild and beautiful places that once surrounded us.

The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.

The things I carry closest to my heart are things I can't own.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

Food culture in the United States has long been cast as the property of a privileged class. It is nothing of the kind. Culture is the property of a species.