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.

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

Recall that whatever lofty things you might accomplish today, you will do them only because you first ate something that grew out of the dirt.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

There is something in us that loves certain disasters and the fever of this moment and surrendering to that.

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.

It is completely usual for me to get up in the morning, take a look around, and laugh out loud.