Flea-Market vendors are frozen mid-haggle. Middle-aged women are frozen in the middle of their lives. The gavels of frozen judges are frozen between guilt and innocence. On the ground are the crystals of the frozen first breaths of babies, and those of the last gasps of the dying.

Only humans can cry tears.

I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.

Stories about food are stories about us-our history and our values.

The UN special envoy on food called it a 'crime against humanity' to funnel 100 million tons of grain and corn to ethanol when almost a billion people are starving. So what kind of crime is animal agriculture, which uses 756 million tons of grain and corn per year, much more than enough to adequately feed the 1.4 billion human who are living in dire poverty?