It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.

All really great artists, Jackson Pollack, John Cage, Beckett or Joyce - you are never indifferent to them.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Farmers since the beginning of time have been feeding the world very successfully without systematically abusing animals or destroying the environment. But we're breeding food that is less safe for us, it tastes much worse than it ever has in history, and it's wreaking havoc on the environment in a way that it never did in history before. All in the interest of it being cheap.

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

Everybody knows the competing identities of people who have kids.

I made up my mind that nothing,, nothing was going to stop me Not even me.