The nuclear bomb took all the fun out of war.
A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
The New Age orgy: The flesh was willing but the spirit's weak.
In all of nature, there is no sound more pleasing than that of a hungry animal at its feed. Unless you are the food.
I'm in favor of animal liberation. Why? Because I'm an animal.