I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Murdering someone would surely prove that you are capable of killing, but it wouldn't be the most reasonable way to understand why you shouldn't do it.

These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.

Our relationship to the environment matters, our relationship to animals matters, and our relationship to culture matters.

I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.

She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, It certainly tastes like red. Yes, it is red, isn't it? Seems so. She buried her head in her hands. But couldn't it be just a bit more red?