I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love - loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.

People don’t care enough. They don’t get worked up enough. They don’t get angry enough. They don’t get passionate enough. I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

There is a glaring reason that the necessary total ban on nontherapeutic use of antibiotics hasn't happened: The factory farm industry, allied with the pharmaceutical industry, has more power than public-health professionals.