Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

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

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

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

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.