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The writing itself is no big deal. The editing, and even more than that, the self-doubt, is excruciatingly impossible.
The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
Oh, I'd say I like a meal as much as anybody. But I find a certain kind of foodiness silly, gluttonous and embarrassing.
I'm interested in the kind of religion that makes life harder. I'm not so interested in the comforting kind of religion.
I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, "and how can I get back?
Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.
I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?
These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.
Profound, bottomless self-doubt - it has no value - what's the point? In a way, it takes up as much time as anything else.
Our relationship to the environment matters, our relationship to animals matters, and our relationship to culture matters.
For a long time, I thought I would like to be a doctor. Such a good profession. So explicitly good. Never a waste of time.
I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.
Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
To remember my values, I need to lose certain tastes and find other handles for the memories that they once helped me carry.
When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.
I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.
I know you look both ways before you cross the street, but I want you to look both ways a second time, because I told you to.
We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.
My children not only inspired me to reconsider what kind of eating animal I would be, but also shamed me into reconsideration.
I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.
She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster's paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
Compassion is a muscle that gets stronger with use, and the regular exercise of choosing kindness over cruelty would change us.
She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.
Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.
I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
While it is always possible to wake a person who's sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.
The factory farm has succeeded by divorcing people from their food, eliminating farmers, and ruling agriculture by corporate fiat.
You write to please yourself, you write to move yourself, to engage yourself in the asking of questions that are important to you.
We shouldn't be intimidated by someone else's idea of perfection if it will prevent us from taking steps we actively want to take.
Part of living your life is an awareness of the opportunities that can be missed and an awareness that time moves in one direction.
The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It's already happening.
People who want to find a place of rest, want to find an integrated personality, sense of self, want fewer fractures in their lives.
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?
Few people sufficiently appreciate the colossal task of feeding a world of billions of omnivores who demand meat with their potatoes.
Jed Perl writes precisely and ecstatically. Antoine' s Alphabet is a history and a fairy tale, a work of criticism, and a work of art.
Consumers are going to have get used to eating less meat - to paying more for better quality meat and eating significantly less of it.
Mom told me, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don’t you think?” I told her, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone
We all choose things, and we also all choose against things. I want to be the kind of person who chooses for more than chooses against.
I said, 'I need to know how he died.' He flipped back and pointed at, 'Why?' So I can stop inventing how he died. I'm always inventing.
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.
I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.
It would be refreshing to have a politician try to defend guns without any reference to the Second Amendment, but on the merits of guns.