“I believe that most of us construct a merciful deception between ourselves and the consequences of our existence in order that we do not succumb to despair.”

“War is the extreme edge of capitalism: an economic system so designed that it is always tipped in balance so that the mouth of the few is open at the exact place where the food will fall from the lips of the hungry onto the tongues of the already satisfied.”

“We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us. And the more we do that, the more we allow ourselves to love, the more we are bound to find ourselves one day - like Dave, and Morley, and Sam, and Stephanie - standing in the kitchen of our live, surrounded by the ones we love, and feeling empty, and alone, and sad, and lost for words, because one of our loved ones, who should be there, is missing. Mother or father, brother or sister, wife or husband, or a dog or cat. It doesn't really matter. After a while, each death feels like all the deaths, and you stand there like eveyone else has stood there before you, while the big wind of sadness blows around and through you. "He was a great dog," said Dave."Yes," said Morley. "He was a great dog.”

“... We can't control the turn of events. All we can do is ask God for power in your life to go through whatever may be ahead. He has not promised us easy ways out of our problems, but He has promised His strength when we need it to go through adversity”

“We humans may be brilliant and we may be special, but we are still connected to the rest of life. No one reminds us of this better than our dogs. Perhaps the human condition will always include attempts to remind ourselves that we are separate from the rest of the natural world. We are different from other animals; it's undeniably true. But while acknowledging that, we must acknowledge another truth, the truth that we are also the same. That is what dogs and their emotions give us-- a connection. A connection to life on earth, to all that binds and cradles us, lest we begin to feel too alone. Dogs are our bridge-- our connection wo who we really are, and most tellingly, who we want to be. When we call them home to us, it'as as if we are calling for home itself. And that'll do, dogs. That'll do.”

“Edwin is prepared to believe that a glass exists. And further, that this glass holds liquid.”

“I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.”