I kept thinking how they were all names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing dead people keep.

I believed him. I was not stupid. I was his wife.

We need a better way to talk about eating animals, a way that doesn't ignore, or even just shruggingly accept things like habits, cravings, family and history, but rather incorporates them into the conversation. The more they are allowed in, the more strongly we will want to follow our best instincts.

If people thought about food more like how we think about the environment, a lot of people would be eating differently and the whole system would look a lot different.

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.