Not responding is a response - we are equally responsible for what we don't do.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

How would you judge an artist who mutilated animals in a gallery because it was visually arresting? How riveting would the sound of a tortured animal need to be to make you want to hear it that badly? Try to imagine any end other than taste for which it would be justifiable to do what we do to farmed animals.