Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.

People who care about animals tend to care about people. They don't care about animals to the exclusion of people. Caring is not a finite resource and, even more than that, it's like a muscle: the more you exercise it, the stronger it gets.

I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.

I made up my mind that nothing,, nothing was going to stop me Not even me.

Whether we're talking about fish species, pigs, or some other eaten animal, is such suffering the most important thing in the world? Obviously not. But that's not the question. Is it more important that sushi, bacon, or chicken nuggets? That's the question.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

It’s much easier to be cruel than one might think.