I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

Our relationship to the environment matters, our relationship to animals matters, and our relationship to culture matters.

I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.

Was his death an essential stage in the continuation of his life?

One of the things that I love about writing novels is that it really doesn't matter what next step you take as long as you're pursuing some intuition or instinct. Of course, then, intuitions or instincts don't make for great novels, but they often make for good first drafts.

Isn't it strange how upset people get about a few dozen baseball players taking growth hormones, when we're doing what we're doing to our food animals and feeding them to our children?

The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.