When it seems you have nothing at all to live for, death is not especially frightening.

Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially--romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.

My wife and I would be very comfortable having a baby at home, or using one of the terrific nurse-midwives at the hospital.

My grandparents, like many genocide survivors, took most of their stories to their graves.

Dead … might not be quiet at all.

He defined himself almost wholly in the negative: It was not who he was, it was who he was not.

Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.