Because sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped.

It's not the feeling of completeness I need, but the feeling of not being empty.

I missed you even when I was with you. That's been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside.

Whether we're talking about fish species, pigs, or some other eaten animal, is such suffering the most important thing in the world? Obviously not. But that's not the question. Is it more important than sushi, bacon, or chicken nuggets? That's the question.

I'm so afraid of losing something I love, that I refuse to love anything.

Thanksgiving is the meal we aspire for other meals to resemble.

There is no greater gift than time.

And nothing inspires as much shame as being a parent. Children confront us with our paradoxes and hypocrisies, and we are exposed. You need to find an answer for every why – Why do we do this? Why don’t we do that? – and often there isn’t a good one. So you say, simply, because. Or you tell a story that you know isn’t true. And whether or not your face reddens, you blush. The shame of parenthood – which is a good shame – is that we want our children to be more whole than we are, to have satisfactory answers.

There are more places you haven’t heard of then you’re heard of!′ I loved that.