I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.

We need a better way to talk about eating animals, a way that doesn't ignore, or even just shruggingly accept things like habits, cravings, family and history, but rather incorporates them into the conversation. The more they are allowed in, the more strongly we will want to follow our best instincts.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?