For an animal person, an animal-less home is no home at all.

A "good" family, it seems, is one that used to be better.

What this world needs is a new kind of army - the army of the kind.

I consider the 3 most cruelly produced foods to be from lobsters, dropped alive into boiling water, veal from calves separated from their mothers and kept in crates, and pate de foie gras.

I detest professional anythings but particularly professional writers. Most of them today are just garbage collectors.

Unlike some people who have experienced the loss of an animal, I did not believe, even for a moment, that I would never get another. I did know full well that there were just too many animals out there in need of homes for me to take what I have always regarded as the self-indulgent road of saying the heartbreak of the loss of an animal was too much ever to want to go through with it again. To me, such an admission brought up the far more powerful admission that all the wonderful times you had with your animal were not worth the unhappiness at the end.

I can't take a well-tanned person seriously.