How would you judge an artist who mutilated animals in a gallery because it was visually arresting? How riveting would the sound of a tortured animal need to be to make you want to hear it that badly? Try to imagine any end other than taste for which it would be justifiable to do what we do to farmed animals.

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

As I've grown older, I've grown more convinced there's nothing that shouldn't be talked about. If we think we're protecting each other, we're not.

Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

It is unrealistic to think you can have an inflexible identity that never has to give or take or make compromises.

I'm deeply curious about Jewish things. I've toyed around with the idea of going to rabbinical school.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.