I'm not better than anyone, and I'm not trying to convince people to live by my standards of what's right. I'm trying to convince them to live by their own.

[…] but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything could ever be. But it was also incredibly simple.

Sadness of love without release.

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

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

She saw through the shell of me into the center of me

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.