What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Factory farmers talk about their desire to feed the world. That's not what they're doing. They're feeding the world with really, really cheap stuff.

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

As for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad’s last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something. Dad would have known.