A growing body of research suggests that many of the health problems associated with eating beef are really problems with corn-fed beef.

Were the walls of our meat industry to become transparent, literally or even figuratively, we would not long continue to raise, kill, and eat animals the way we do.

But that's the challenge -- to change the system more than it changes you.

we ask for too much salvation by legislation. All we need to do is empower individuals with the right philosophy and the right information to opt out en masse. (quoting Joel Salatin)

When chickens get to live like chickens, they'll taste like chickens, too.

Curiously, the one bodily fluid of other people that doesn't disgust us is the one produced by the human alone: tears. Consider the sole type of used tissue you'd be willing to share.

Suffering... is not just lots of pain but pain amplified by distinctly human emotions such as regret, self-pity, shame, humiliation, and dread.

The true socialist utopia turns out to be a field of F-1 hybrid plants.

Since 1985 our [American's] consumption of all added sugars- cane, beet, HFCS, glucose, honey, maple syrup, whatever- has climbed from 128 pounds to 159 pounds per person.

Americans today spend less on food, as a percentage of disposable income (10%), than any other industrialized nation... meaning that we could afford to spend more on food if we chose to.

Planted, a single corn seed yielded more than 150 fat kernels, often as many as 300, while the return on a seed of wheat was something less than 50:1

I believe people change and life tends them to.

The Cycle of True Love: First I see and think I love, then I say I know I love, today and forever more I decide to love.

If we based everything in Hollywood on who was a nice guy, holy moly, we would have no movies. No actors would work. This is not an industry that is ruled by kindness and generosity.

Something is infinite if, taking it quantity by quantity, we can always take something outside.

Fear never shows up and the party ends early.

Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.

And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.

I used to let the olde english 8- suds bubble in the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle

There is no better way to enjoy God's abundance than to share a meal together with people you love.

The art world was not initially really accepting my kind of work. I was ahead of my time.