The ADA takes a conservative stand, leaving out many well-documented health benefits attributable to reducing the consumption of animal products. Here are the three key sentences from the summary of t...
That ghost of a smile fell away and receded and finally faded.
Some of the names I could not reason, like the box marked DARKNESS, or the one with DEATH OF THE FIRSTBORN written in pencil on its front. I noticed that there was a box on the top of one of these sky...
Since the world has changed so much, the same values don't lead to the same choices anymore.
She saw through the shell of me into the center of me
She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.
Sea horses have complicated routines for courtship, and tend to mate under full moons, making musical sounds while doing so.
Punch with your mouth and talk with your feet.
People are always mistaking something that looks good for something that feels good.
Our stories are so fundamental to us that it’s easy to forget that we choose them.
Our methodologies . . . have come more and more to resemble the methodology of mining. . . . This is sufficiently clear to many of us. What is not sufficiently clear, perhaps to any of us, is the exte...
Only humans can cry tears.
One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't re...
One of the greatest opportunities to live our values-or betray them-lies in the food we put on our plates.
Once upon a time there was a person whose life was so good there was no story to tell about it.
Oh,' she said. 'I have never seen a Jew before. Can I see his horns?
Nothing- not a conversation, not a handshake or even a hug- establishes friendship so forcefully as eating together.
Nothing goes away. Not on its own. You deal with it, or it deals with you.
It was on the eve of Yom Kippur, the holiest of holy days, that a fly flew under the door of the synagogue and began to pester the hanging congregants. It flew from face to face, buzzing, landing on l...
It was not the Jew, of course, who invented the love poem, but the other way around.