Meat is a tremendous environmental challenge. It contributes enormous amounts of greenhouse gas, especially beef eating.

In addition to contributing to erosion, pollution, food poisoning, and the dead zone, corn requires huge amounts of fossil fuel - it takes a half gallon of fossil fuel to produce a bushel of corn.

People in Slow Food understand that food is an environmental issue.

Food is not just fuel. Food is about family, food is about community, food is about identity. And we nourish all those things when we eat well.

Were the walls of our meat industry to become transparent, literally or even figuratively, we would not long continue to raise, kill, and eat animals the way we do.

The correlation between poverty and obesity can be traced to agricultural policies and subsidies.

If it came from a plant, eat it; if it was made in a plant, don't.

Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.

A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule.

Cooking (from scratch) is the single most important thing we could do as a family to improve our health and general well-being.

People say they don't have time to cook, yet in the last few years we have found an extra two hours a day for the internet.

The lack of racial diversity and gender diversity and the lack of female directors - those are not fashionable issues. And they're not issues that reside solely within the film industry.

The dog is a reflection of your energy, of your behavior. You have to ask, 'What am I doing?' That's the right question to ask.

Author's Notes: This story starts with section 6. This is not a mistake. I have my own subtle reasoning. So, just read, and enjoy.

Not as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far, Beneath the silver evening star, And yet her heart is ever near.

A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.

To say what your disguise is would be foolish.

Invite politicians to dinner and let them tell the world how delicious it is. . . . They will proudly go around and say, 'I ate crickets, I ate locusts, and they were delicious.'

You've got to admit you're broken before you can be made whole.

Because there were all kinds of hell - some were black and dirty, and some were silvery and high.