Few people sufficiently appreciate the colossal task of feeding a world of billions of omnivores who demand meat with their potatoes.

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to arise between Nothing and Something, in the morning the Nothing vase cast a Something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that, at night the Nothing light spilled from the guest room spilled under the Nothing door and stained the Something hallway, there's nothing to say.

I'm interested in the kind of religion that makes life harder. I'm not so interested in the comforting kind of religion.

What kind of world would we create if three times a day we activated our compassion and reason as we sat down to eat, if we had the moral imagination and the pragmatic will to change our most fundamental act of consumption?

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

Why is taste, the crudest of our senses, exempted from the ethical rules that govern our other senses?