So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

One of the greatest opportunities to live our values-or betray them-lies in the food we put on our plates.

Find a printer paper and imagine a full-grown bird shaped something like a football with legs standing on it. Imagine 33,000 of these rectangles in a grid. (Broilers are never in cages, and never on multiple levels.) Now enclose the grid with windowless walls and put a ceiling on top. Run in automated (drug-laced) feed, water, heating, and ventilation systems. This is a farm.