Here we grow the flax and grain; here we raise the meat they eat, and the wool to keep them warm; we cut trees to build their houses and firewood to heat their stoves.
Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.
I'm always looking for something that's real and that's got meat on it. I think it's artistic suicide if you're too vain, or if you're afraid to play ugly. I would never fall for that.
Meat consumption shouldn't be normal.
I hate sandwiches at New York delis. Too much meat on the sandwich. It's like a cow with a cracker on either side. "Would you like anything else with the pastrami sandwich?" "Yeah, a loaf of bread and some other people!"
Meat isn't murder, it's delicious.
The beginning of mindful eating is the realization that eating meat is not about the meat-eater; it is about the animals who are tormented and killed.
I'm so trying to give up meat.
It was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky.
Health and appetite impart the sweetness to sugar, bread and meat.
I have a company called Earl Campbell Foods. I got into the meat business in 1991.
To consider yourself an environmentalist and still eat meat is like saying you're a philanthropist who doesn't give to charity.
If you get enough sleep, cut back on cigarettes and red meat, you look better the next day
People enjoy our meat and our poultry, as I do as a consumer.
Cheese and salt meat, should be sparingly eat.
In my own life, I decided to leave meat off my plate in medical school, but was a bit slow to realise that dairy products and eggs are not health foods either.
There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, And munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire.
The people of the future will say, 'meat-eaters!' in disgust and regard us in the same way that we regard cannibals and cannibalism.
. . . though a dealer in meat, groceries, and other food stuffs may obtain compensation if his wares are wilfully misrepresented to the buying public, the purveyor of thoughts or ideas has no remedy when such thoughts or ideas are deliberately and purposefully falsified to the world through the press.
Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.