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

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It's already happening.

But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

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

Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?