I'd lost count of the disappointments.

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

What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

You're incredibly beautiful,' I told her, because she was fat, so I thought it would be an especially nice compliment, and also make her like me again, even though I was sexist.

I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

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