The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.

I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence.

Shoes would interfere with her conversation, for she constantly addresses the ground under her feet. Asking forgiveness. Owning, disowning, recanting, recharting a hateful course of events to make sense of her complicity. We all are, I suppose. Trying to invent our version of the story. All human odes are essentially one, "My life; what I stole from history, and how I live with it.

Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.

I've never gotten over high school, to the extent that I'm still a little surprised that my friends want to hang out with me.

Food is the rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.