One of the greatest opportunities to live our values-or betray them-lies in the food we put on our plates.

Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?

It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

Only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them.

All really great artists, Jackson Pollack, John Cage, Beckett or Joyce - you are never indifferent to them.