You have to draw lines between being a journalist and an activist.

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.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

It's the wrong way. She's farther away from the door now. It occurs to me that some people only have book smarts.

He who lives without committing any folly is not so wise as he thinks.

I would rather the man who presents something for my consideration subject me to a zephyr of truth and a gentle breeze of responsibility rather than blow me down with a curtain of hot wind.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

I went to an all white school where I dealt with racism.

I can move objects with my mind, if I use my hands.

If private revelations agree with Scripture, they are needless, and if they disagree, they are false.

You don't want to try to protect yourself from the pain of a crisis. You want to learn everything you can from it.

The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.