I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.

I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.

Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.

I know you look both ways before you cross the street, but I want you to look both ways a second time, because I told you to.

These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.

The UN special envoy on food called it a 'crime against humanity' to funnel 100 million tons of grain and corn to ethanol when almost a billion people are starving. So what kind of crime is animal agriculture, which uses 756 million tons of grain and corn per year, much more than enough to adequately feed the 1.4 billion human who are living in dire poverty?

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?