The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern.

The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse. There is no certainty that God actually did grant man dominion over other creatures. What seems more likely, in fact, is that man invented God to sanctify the dominion that he usurped for himself over the cow and the horse.

The love between dog and man is idyllic, dogs were never expelled from paradise.

What I need most of all is certainty.

Happiness is the longing for repetition.

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present? You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more.

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.