My message is, as it alway has been, moderation: meat as a main course on three days a week, eggs on one, fish on one other and some form of vegetarian meal on the rest constitute a perfectly acceptable, interesting and varied diet.

Everything eaten is killed. Every meal is a sacrifice.

Eating connects us to our histories as much as it connects our souls to our bodies, our bodies to the earth.

I like my eggs sunny side up at midnight, and I wear sunglasses when I eat them because they are so bright. They’re almost as blinding as my love for you, only not as runny.

I can’t walk by chocolate without eating it.

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:Your seeds shall live in my body,And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,And your fragrance shall be my breath,And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

The slogan of Hell: Eat or be eaten. The slogan of Heaven: Eat and be eaten.

To eat well in England you should have breakfast three times a day.

… food is not simply organic fuel to keep body and soul together, it is a perishable art that must be savoured at the peak of perfection.

Eating crappy food isn’t a reward — it’s a punishment.

I just ate at a new McDonald’s franchise, and it was great. Everything looked new, including the food. Apparently fast food will look new for years, sort of like plastic. I wonder if the toys in Happy Meals are more edible than the meals themselves.

In short, software is eating the world.

There are three possible parts to a date, of which at least two must be offered: entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with a great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food, and the merest suggestion of affection. As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can...

He had carte blanche to eat whatever he wanted. No amount of broccoli and vitamin D kills ten lung tumors and I know not how many brain tumors. Have the tiramisu.

Worse than talking with a mouthful, is gossiping with a mouthful!

My favorite hobby is cooking and eating. There is nothing i can do well if i have not eaten well.

Moon rocks are OK when everyone is eating.

I never touch sugar, cheese, bread… I only like what I’m allowed to like. I’m beyond temptation. There is no weakness. When I see tons of food in the studio, for us and for everybody, for me it’s as if this stuff was made out of plastic. The idea doesn’t even enter my mind that...

prepare your food in keeping with monastic traditions—simple, basic, healthy, balanced.

My mother tells me I do not chew my food enough; she says I am making it harder for my body to get the essential nutrients it needs. If she were here, I would remind her that I am eating a blueberry Pop-Tart.

One of my favourite activities is eating.

When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.

Dog’s just want to sniff an ass and eat some food.

Good things come to those who ate. I’m going to wait to eat. I just got done swallowing my pride, and I’ll be full for the foreseeable future.

I love children. Eating them, that is.

I did learn that there’s no point in eating too much Vitamin C because it comes out of your bladder.

I’ve decided the act that cannot wait / is the important will to create / But, ah, if my belly is ignored / the pantry door I shall implore / But I’ve been known to reach the bed / ideas still famished in my head.

I hate diets and I love eating.

I’d never really thought of eating salads before.

If you can eat with mates or friends or family, I mean, it’s such a brilliant thing isn’t it? If you feel really rubbish and you have a nice bit of food it makes you feel good, you know?

I’m clingy like clang on pots. My love is cookable.

In any case I just cannot imagine attaching so much importance to any food or treat that I would grow irate or bitter at the mention of the suffering of animals. A pig to me will always seem more important than a pork rind. There is the risk here of confusing realism with cynicism, moral...

How good it is, when you have roast meat or suchlike foods before you, to impress on your mind that this is the dead body of a fish, this the dead body of a bird or pig.

I do have a thing for eating out; that’s one of life’s great middle-age pleasures.

Now as I stood on the roof of my house, taking in this unexpected view, it struck me how rather glorious it was that in two thousand years of human activity the only thing that had stirred the notice of the outside world even briefly was the finding of a Roman phallic pendant. The rest...

When eating an elephant take one bite at a time.

Books allow you to take flight, unlike the chicken wings I stapled to my back before eating them.

When you ignore your belly, you become homeless. You spend your life trying to erase your own existence. Apologizing for yourself. Feeling like a ghost. Eating to take up space, eating to give yourself the feeling that you have weight here, you belong here, you are allowed to be yourself — but never quite believing...

yelling while eating was like swallowing anger. It’s simply not good for us. It leaves us unhappy and unsatisfied, as if the meal didn’t count or wasn’t good, and an hour later we’re back looking for something to make us feel better.

I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say ‘We eat the chicken now!’ but the magus had seen that I was considering it…”My purse is full enough,” said the magus, “to keep you supplied with roast chickens.””So, so, so,” I said. “We know who the power behind the throne is,”...

Your body is a Temple. You are what you eat. Do not eat processed food, junk foods, filth, or disease carrying food, animals, or rodents. Some people say of these foods, ‘well, it tastes good’.Most of the foods today that statically cause sickness, cancer, and disease ALL TATSE GOOD; it’s well seasoned and prepared poison....

I never consider myself to be a carnivore… I think souls qualify more like vegan or something.

Come back! We know you can eat just a little bit more.

I don’t eat food with silverware—I use sponges. I always clean my plate.

I spend my money on holidays and eating out, and it allows me to be generous.

The Decision…I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before…

People have their cultural reasons for eating meat, their traditional reasons, their likes and dislikes.

Well, Kessa, I am glad to see that you’re taking your body seriously. I shudder when I see the girls leaving class and heading for the nearest hamburger, coke, and French fry station.The thought of them pouring all those dead calories into themselves makes me want to cry. You’d think after a rigorous dance class...

In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share our planet; we kill to live. Taste is what carries us across that rocky moral terrain, what makes the horror palatable, and the paradox we could not defend by reason melts into a...

Though my stomach is only the size of a pea, I could eat two politicians’ brains.