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

I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?

Think of the beginning of the story of the beginning of everything: Adam (without Eve and without divine guidance) names the animals. Continuing his work, we call stupid people bird-brained, cowardly people chickens, fools turkeys. Are these the best names we have to offer? If we can revise the notion of women coming from a rib, can’t we revise our categorizations of the animals that, draped with barbecue sauce, end up as the ribs on our dinner plates — or for that matter, the KFC in our hands?

Stories about food are stories about us-our history and our values.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

I think after you live it's like before you lived.

We spent our lives making livings.