Consumers are going to have get used to eating less meat - to paying more for better quality meat and eating significantly less of it.

There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world.

In the end, everyone loses everyone.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.

Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?