What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, 'What life can I live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?

my own relationships with the animals in my life are absurdly complex: Some I love, some I eat, and the scraps left over from the ones I eat, I feed to the ones I love.

Our plans are small and somewhat absurd.

I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market.