"Once when we
were fifteen, River and I went out for this fancy dinner in Manhattan and I ordered soft-shell crabs. He left the restaurant
and walked around on Park Avenue, crying. I went out, and he said, 'I love you so much.
Why?' He had such a pain that I was eating an animal, that he hadn't impressed
on me what was right. I loved him for that, for his dramatic desire that we
share every belief, that I be with him all the way."
Martha Plimpton – COSMOPOLITAN April 1995