What kind of world would we create if three times a day we activated our compassion and reason as we sat down to eat, if we had the moral imagination and the pragmatic will to change our most fundamental act of consumption?

She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

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

I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.

One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second