The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.

To remember my values, I need to lose certain tastes and find other handles for the memories that they once helped me carry.

Why I'm not where you are ...

You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.