“I felt shame for living in a nation of unprecedented prosperity-a nation that spends a smaller percentage of income on food than any other civilization has in human history-but in the name of affordability treats the animals it eats with cruelty so extreme it would be illegal if inflicted on a dog.”

Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

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.

I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

The hardest part of writing is not to get the ideas but to remember, why it is important to get them.

She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

There are only some many times you can utter “It does not hurt” before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

We are lying to ourselves and to each other. Lying about what? I don’t care if we’re lying. I am a bad person. I don’t care. I don’t care what you are.

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.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

You do not have to utter anything you do not want to utter,” I told her, and she said, “Then I would never utter another word again.” “You do not have to do anything that you do not want to do.” “Then I would never do anything again.

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.

There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.

Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.

One thing is very clear: Illegal immigrants are not entitled to benefits.

If Donald Trump builds the wall the way he builds Trump Towers, he’ll be using illegal immigrant labor to do it.

Joe Biden is rewarding human traffickers and coyotes who smuggle illegal aliens across the border.

When enacted into law, the ‘Protect America First Act’ will end the flood of illegal border crossings unleashed during the first 50 days of the Biden administration.

Illegal aliens knew President Joe Biden would open our southern border wide open.

If government were a product, selling it would be illegal.

More Mexicans are leaving through deportation and voluntary return than are entering the United States legally and illegally.

The Brady ‘Campaign Against Illegal Guns’ is yet another crusade whose ultimate goal is to trample the Second Amendment into dust.