(on asparagus) Europeans of the Renaissance swore by it as an aphrodisiac, and the church banned it from nunneries.

If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.

This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing around you, sharing a single heart that drives them to move all together. If the shark comes they will all escape, and leave you to be eaten.

It's the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.

Mistakes wreck your life. But they make what you have. It's kind of all one. You know what Hester told me when we were working the sheep one time? She said it's no good to complain about your flock, because it's the put-together of all your past choices.

The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.

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