Vegans are the ONLY unique people on this planet who think outside of the box. They are the ONLY ones who reject society's norms, and live differently than the aforesaid groups and people.

How would you feel, if the day that you were born, somebody else had already planned the day of your execution?

If it's not good enough for your eyes, why is it good enough for your stomach?

My goal is simple. All I want to do is re-connect people with animals. Awaken some emotions and some feelings and some logic, that is been buried and suppressed, intentionally, by our society.

You know what’s more insane than [slaughterhouses]? Meat eaters. Walking around, acting like their lifestyle isn’t causing any harm.

Stop filtering your nutrients through somebody else's body.

It's not about loving animals. It's about fighting injustice. My whole goal is for humans to have as little contact as possible with animals.

If people want to be real meat eaters, I'd love to see people eat raw flesh from the bone, down to the bone with nothing left but the bones, day after day after day.

I despise 'animal welfare.' That's like saying, 'Let's beat the slaves three times a week instead of five times a week'.

Every time you have a glass of cow milk, some calf is not.

If an 'animal abuser' were killed in a research lab firebombing, I would unequivocally support that, too.

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

I can't think of anything off the top of my head that seems more important than something designed to raise money to keep something going that keeps IV drug users from dying.

Freedom can be preserved only if it is treated as a supreme principle which must not be sacrificed for particular advantages.

Even though my entire writing persona is prefaced on me not being an expert, I kind of am an expert. I know a lot.

Truth implies meaning.

A spirit is not necessarily purer, because it is disembodied.

The West has yet to discover anything so hygienic as the Indian toothstick.

These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake?