When it comes to meat, change is almost always cast as an absolute. You are a vegetarian or you are not.

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

I'm not better than anyone, and I'm not trying to convince people to live by my standards of what's right. I'm trying to convince them to live by their own.

Maybe I'll try to be more patient with morons.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.