I want to talk about God in a literary way. But I think I would have a very hard time praying to God.

He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.

I'm interested in the kind of religion that makes life harder. I'm not so interested in the comforting kind of religion.

I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.

Just about every children's book in my local bookstore has an animal for its hero. But then, only a few feet away in the cookbook section, just about every cookbook includes recipes for cooking animals. Is there a more illuminating illustration of our paradoxical relationship with the nonhuman world?

I spent my life learning to feel less.

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