I see myself as someone who makes things. Definitions have never done anything but constrain.

Is there really anyone, besides Rudy Giuliani, who prefers the new Times Square?

...and when is enough proof enough?

We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air conditioner so I could turn up the heat.

How would you judge an artist who mutilated animals in a gallery because it was visually arresting? How riveting would the sound of a tortured animal need to be to make you want to hear it that badly? Try to imagine any end other than taste for which it would be justifiable to do what we do to farmed animals.

I never confused what I had with what I was.

It's rarely talked about, but hunting for sport is just about as vile as we humans get.