I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

As long as I am thinking, I am alive.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was

Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.

(You do not have to be shamed in my closeness. Family are the people who must never make you feel ashamed.) (You are wrong. Family are the people who must make you feel ashamed when you are deserving of shame.) (And you are deserving of shame?) (I am. I am trying to tell you.) 'We were stupid,' he said, 'because we believed in things.' 'Why is this stupid?' 'Because there are not things to believe in.' (Love?) (There is no love. Only the end of love.) (Goodness?) (Do not be a fool.) (God?) (If God exists, He is not to be believed in.)

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.