I brought the birdcages to the windows. I opened the windows, and opened the birdcages. I poured the fish down the drain. I took the dogs and cats downstairs and removed their collars. I released the insects onto the street. And the reptiles. And the mice. I told them, Go. All of you. Go. And they went. And they didn’t come back

I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

When it comes to meat, change is almost always cast as an absolute. You are a vegetarian or you are not.

The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.

I first became a vegetarian when I was nine, in response to an argument made by a radical babysitter. My great change - which lasted a couple of weeks - was based on the very simple instinct that it's wrong to kill animals for food.

Only humans can cry tears.