I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

And the joys I've felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently. When I was your age, my grandfather bought me a ruby bracelet. It as too big for me an would slide up and down my arm. It was almost a necklace. He later told me that he had asked the jeweler make that way. Its size was supposed to be a symbol of his love. More rubies, more love. But I could not wear it comfortably. I could not wear it at all. So here is the point of everything I have been trying to say. IF I were to give a bracelet to you, now, I would measure your wrist twice

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?