It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, "and how can I get back?

She said, 'Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.' I asked her what 'idealistic' meant. 'It means you live by what you think is right.' 'You don't do that anymore?' 'There are questions I don't ask anymore.

When you look up 'hilarious' in the dictionary, there's a picture of you.

Language is never fully trustworthy, but when it comes to eating animals, words are as often used to misdirect and camouflage as they are to communicate. Some words, like veal, help us forget what we are actually talking about. Some, like free-range, can mislead those whose consciences seek clarification. Some, like happy, mean the opposite of what they would seem. And some, like natural, mean next to nothing.

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

I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.