Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.

The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.

Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It's almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

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

I want to talk about God in a literary way. But I think I would have a very hard time praying to God.