Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.

The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.

I'm a novelist, I'm not an activist. I'm not a non-fiction writer, I'm not a journalist. I'm not a foodie, I'm not even really an animal person, or an environmentalist. I did the best I could with this, but it's not who I am.

Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.

Chickens can do many things, but they cannot make sophisticated deals with humans.

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.