Just because you're an atheist, that doesn't mean you wouldn't love for things to have reasons for why they are.

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me. He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else. Why does anyone ever make love?

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

The word vegetarian, I think, does a disservice because there are a lot of people who care but maybe don't care, or can't care in an ultimate way. If you think about environmentalism, nobody would ask, "Are you an environmentalist or not?" The question doesn't make any sense.

Not responding is a response - we are equally responsible for what we don't do.