To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! What could she mean by it? It seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.

Addictions are the reason for self sabotage.

I’m joking, it’s not really hell,” the voice went on. “It’s worse than hell, not that I’ve ever actually been there. You’re in Villete.

Part of the appeal of hamburgers and nuggets is that their boneless abstractions allow us to forget we’re eating animals.

Written By Michael Pollan

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