The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

Mom told me, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don’t you think?” I told her, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.

She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, It certainly tastes like red. Yes, it is red, isn't it? Seems so. She buried her head in her hands. But couldn't it be just a bit more red?

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

I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.