It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.

How would you judge an artist who mutilated animals in a gallery because it was visually arresting? How riveting would the sound of a tortured animal need to be to make you want to hear it that badly? Try to imagine any end other than taste for which it would be justifiable to do what we do to farmed animals.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls!

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.

What does it remember like?