The truth is that at the White House and in Congress, you are as likely to find sympathy for animal issues among Republicans as among Democrats.

When we shrink from the sight of something, when we shroud it in euphemism, that is usually a sign of inner conflict, of unsettled hearts, a sign that something has gone wrong in our moral reasoning.

When you start with a necessary evil, and then over time the necessity passes away, what's left?

The only thing worse than cruelty is delegated cruelty.

Religious people ... hold a kind and merciful view of life, the faith of the broken, the hounded, the hopeless. Yet too often, they will not extend that spirit to our fellow creatures.

To the factory farmer, in contrast to the traditional farmer with his sense of honor and obligation, the animals are production units, and accorded all the sympathy that term suggests.

The factory farm is . . . an obvious moral evil so sickening and horrendous. . . All this so we can have our accustomed veal or lamb or fried chicken or pork chop or hot dog.

To the factory farmer, in contrast to the traditional farmer with his sense of honor and obligation, the animals are 'production units, ' and accorded all the sympathy that term suggests.

Religious people... hold a kind and merciful view of life, the faith of the broken, the hounded, the hopeless. Yet too often, they will not extend that spirit to our fellow creatures.

The greatest victory in life is to rise above the material things that we once valued most.

Oneness and individuality coexist. There is no question about the importance and uniqueness of each individual life. However, difference is no difference. The very difference is equality, is one.

The spirits are an age-old theme, a story from darkest history, and therefore a presentational anchor that can be used with many different magic tricks.

All good writers express the state of their souls, even (as occurs in some cases of very good writers) if it is a state of damnation.

And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle.

To go like a cat upon a hot bakestone.

A camera can get you close without the burden of commitment. It's a nifty device that way, a magical passport into people's lives with no permanent strings attached.

A good marriage is each for the other and two against the world.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

I know of nothing more laughable than a doctor who does not die of old age.