I have a really high bar for being angry. Like, it doesn't even happen every year.

I think the local food movement has been taken to idiotic extremes. And so I wrote about that and people got pissed.

You can get away with stuff in a one-page story that you can't get away with in a book.

What I wound up doing, which I think is really journalistically dubious, is changing the order of some of the things I did, so that the things I ended up struggling with the most wind up being two-thirds of the way in.

I can't imagine what someone would write that would infuriate me. Maybe if my loved one had died of some disease and someone was insensitive, that would piss me off.

I hate walking up to strangers.

You really, really have to care about animals to want to kill one. You have to learn all this stuff about them and start thinking like them.