She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.

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

People who care about animals tend to care about people. They don't care about animals to the exclusion of people. Caring is not a finite resource and, even more than that, it's like a muscle: the more you exercise it, the stronger it gets.

They do not desire anything more than everything they have known.

I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

...he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me to sleep with them under my pillow. He said that when he came back, we would remeasure his body against the string as proof that he hadn't changed.