I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

Language is never fully trustworthy, but when it comes to eating animals, words are as often used to misdirect and camouflage as they are to communicate. Some words, like veal, help us forget what we are actually talking about. Some, like free-range, can mislead those whose consciences seek clarification. Some, like happy, mean the opposite of what they would seem. And some, like natural, mean next to nothing.

It is unrealistic to think you can have an inflexible identity that never has to give or take or make compromises.

Consumers are going to have get used to eating less meat - to paying more for better quality meat and eating significantly less of it.

Mom told me, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be Grandma, don’t you think?” I told her, “It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, and identity.