All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

Don't eat anything you aren't prepared to kill. Don't kill anything you aren't prepared to eat.

I am rather saddened at the end of a book. I think most writers find this. It's like a friend departing on a voyage.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

Eating is our earliest metaphor, preceding our consciousness of gender difference, race, nationality, and language. We eat before we talk.

The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not i'm dead. If i'm not, he wants to be scratched; if i am - he'll think of something

If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.