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.

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.

I knew a transsexual guy whose only ambition is to eat, drink, and be Mary.