Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

The question, I've come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don't cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears - you know, it's a horrible thing.

This isn't animal experimentation, where you an imagine some proportionate good at the other end of the suffering. This is what we feel like eating. Tell me something: Why is taste, the crudest of our sense, exempted from the ethical rules that govern our other sense? If you stop and think about it, it's crazy. Why doesn't a horny person has as strong a claim to raping an animal as a hungry one does to killing and eating it?