I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.

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

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

We need a better way to talk about eating animals, a way that doesn't ignore, or even just shruggingly accept things like habits, cravings, family and history, but rather incorporates them into the conversation. The more they are allowed in, the more strongly we will want to follow our best instincts.

You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.

Just because you're an atheist, that doesn't mean you wouldn't love for things to have reasons for why they are.