For how long could we fail until we surrendered?

Writing's funny, it's like walking down a hall in the dark looking for the light switch, and suddenly you find it, flip it on, and then you discover the hallway you passed through is papered with the novel you've written.

The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It's already happening.

Living on a planet of fixed size requires compromise, and while we are the only party capable of negotiating, we are not the only party at the table. We've never claimed more, and we've never had less.

People who want to find a place of rest, want to find an integrated personality, sense of self, want fewer fractures in their lives.

I could tell that Mom was dreaming, but I didn't want to know what she was dreaming about, because I had enough of my own nightmares, and if she had been dreaming something happy, I would have been angry at her for dreaming something happy.

The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.