...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

If people thought about food more like how we think about the environment, a lot of people would be eating differently and the whole system would look a lot different.

How would you judge an artist who mutilated animals in a gallery because it was visually arresting? How riveting would the sound of a tortured animal need to be to make you want to hear it that badly? Try to imagine any end other than taste for which it would be justifiable to do what we do to farmed animals.

People who want to find a place of rest, want to find an integrated personality, sense of self, want fewer fractures in their lives.