I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.
Worthless people live only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live.
To be dead and to eat at the same time.
It is a big temptation to me, when I create a character for a novel, to say that he is what he is because of faulty wiring, or because of microscopic amounts of chemicals which he ate or failed to eat on that particular day.
Animals are my friends...and I don't eat my friends.
I knew a transsexual guy whose only ambition is to eat, drink, and be Mary.
Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.
I eat very well and I eat everything I want.