Something in me was always watching life from the outside, permanently obsessed with the notion of belonging vs. not-belonging [to a group]. It did not make for a happy childhood, but it was excellent training for a writer.

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

the conspicuous consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spiritual error, or even bad manners

The happiest people are the ones with the most community.

We're surrounded by mandates, and I believe that literature should be mandate-free. I feel very strongly about that.

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

Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.