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.

Factory farmers talk about their desire to feed the world. That's not what they're doing. They're feeding the world with really, really cheap stuff.

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.

I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?