It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

Maybe I'll try to be more patient with morons.

...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

There are two kinds of sculptures. There's the kind that subtracts: Michelangelo starts with a block of marble and chips away. And then there is the kind that adds, building with clay, piling it on. The way I write novels is to keep piling on and piling on and piling on.

Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.