Pigs Quotes

“Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!”
― Frank Kaiser

“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.”
― Winston S. Churchill

“Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pig likes it.”
― George Bernard Shaw

“I will never deny that life isn't fair. It seems as though when a woman leaves a man she is strong and independent, but when a man leaves a woman he is a pig and a jerk.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Surely, comrades, you don't want Jones back?”
― George Orwell, Animal Farm

“It's just the way things are. Take a moment to consider this statement. Really think about it. We send one species to the butcher and give our love and kindness to another apparently for no reason other than because it's the way things are. When our attitudes and behaviors towards animals are so inconsistent, and this inconsistency is so unexamined, we can safely say we have been fed absurdities. It is absurd that we eat pigs and love dogs and don't even know why. Many of us spend long minutes in the aisle of the drugstore mulling over what toothpaste to buy. Yet most of don't spend any time at all thinking about what species of animal we eat and why. Our choices as consumers drive an industry that kills ten billion animals per year in the United States alone. If we choose to support this industry and the best reason we can come up with is because it's the way things are, clearly something is amiss. What could cause an entire society of people to check their thinking caps at the door--and to not even realize they're doing so? Though this question is quite complex, the answer is quite simple: carnism.”
― Melanie Joy, Why We Love Dogs, Eat Pigs, and Wear Cows: An Introduction to Carnism

“If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'"
Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?”
― Tamora Pierce, Alanna: The First Adventure

“This little piggy went to Hades
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
This little piggy violated virgins
And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top”
― Neil Gaiman

“I never met a pig I didn't like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop.”
― Sy Montgomery, The Good Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood

“He lifts her breasts, which fit perfectly into his hands, though he knows this is no promise that he gets to keep them. A million things you can't have will fit in a human hand.”
― Barbara Kingsolver

“All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92)”
― Norma Fox Mazer

“Tom Friedman says China is so awesome they make kosher pigs.”
― Jonah Goldberg

“So little Moon Pig put her snout into the soft dandelion head, which was round, and glowing, just like the moon. She blew and blew...”
― Suzy Davies, Luna The Moon Pig: The Pig Who Hid

“Men, and pigs, are hard on women who sacrifice their virtue, especially for love." Mattis Tannhouser”
― Tim Willocks, The Religion

“The paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings”
― G.K. Chesterton, Fancies Versus Fads

“Between 6 and 8 percent of pigs die before they are trucked from the factory farm to slaughter. According to the U.S. Department of Agriculture, about 123 million pigs were slaughtered in 2006. That means 7 to 10 million died on their own before we could kill them.”
― Steven Wise, An American Trilogy: Death, Slavery, and Dominion on the Banks of the Cape Fear River

“This is what you changed me to:
a greypink vegetable with slug
eyes, buttock
incarnate, spreading like a slow turnip,

a skin you stuff so you may feed
in your turn, a stinking wart
of flesh, a large tuber
of blood which munches
and bloats. Very well then. Meanwhile

I have the sky, which is only half
caged, I have my weed corners,
I keep myself busy, singing
my song of roots and noses,

my song of dung. Madame,
this song offends you, these grunts
which you find oppressively sexual,
mistaking simple greed for lust.

I am yours. If you feed me garbage,
I will sing a song of garbage.
This is a hymn.”
― Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems 1: 1965-1975

“People have a famously soft spot for pigs. Intelligent, inquisitive, imperious, myopic, sociable, gluttonous, grunting, ungainly, it is easy to recognize ourselves in them.”
― Isabella Tree, Wilding

“It's a pretty blokey magazine [Bacon Busters, 'Australia's only magazine dedicated to pig hunting'], but they have women in it too. There's a 'Boars and Babes' section: women in bikinis sitting on big old pigs.”
― Andrew Symonds

“For most women (as for most men) links between sexism and speciesism are not readily apparent. We have been conditioned not to see exploitation. For example, men generally have no idea how patriarchy affects women—unless they go out of their way to learn. The same is true for women with regard to cows and pigs and chickens and turkeys.”
― Lisa Kemmerer, Speaking Up for Animals: An Anthology of Women's Voices

“Dopo aver mutato gli uomini di un equipaggio, il guardavo raspare e gridare nel porcile, defecarsi addosso l'un l'altro, instupidirsi dall'orrore. Odiavano tutto, le loro carni adesso voluttuose, i loro piedi fessi, i loro ventri gonfi strascicanti nel fango. Era un'umiliazione, un'abiezione. Morivano dalla nostalgia delle loro mani, per quelle appendici che gli uomini usano per mitigare il mondo.
Andiamo, dicevo io, non è poi così male. Dovreste apprezzare i vantaggi di essere dei maiali. [,,,]
Non mi stavano mai a sentire. La verità è che gli uomini sono dei pessimi maiali.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“It was a good-sized trout, opened out, salted, pressed, floured and fried. The entrails had been cooked with some vinegar and mint, mashed up and spooned onto the plate as a sort of afterthought. It was delicious: simple and honest. I ate it all, and didn't give a single thought for what it might do to my humors. I sucked every bone, washed it down with some thick, spicy red wine- peasants' wine- from the hills above the town. I knew that I was tasting the place itself: the fish from the river I had crossed on my way into the town, the pig that had rooted in the woods I had ridden through, olives grown a short walk away. The pig had snuffled under the pine trees whose nuts had adorned its sausages. I had eaten the land. The town itself will always be nameless in my memory, but even now I can assemble it from its flavors, because I have never forgotten any of them. A meal of pigs' liver and fish, served with apologies.”
― Philip Kazan, Appetite

“Svinje znaju red, za razliku od nekih ljudi.”
― Vladislava Vojnović, Kozje uši

“In one corner of the large bar room I saw a pit filled with mud and a pig. I watched a buxom, mature woman as she rolled around in this soup, trying to catch a pig that seemed to be more elusive than expected. Squealing the pig escaped from the pit and ran for his life. Everyone joined in trying to catch the critter and eventually some guys did return him to the pit he called home. Picking him up with a mud covered towel the woman and her pig disappeared behind a curtain, only to be replaced by two other women who started wrestling each other. It was an expected typically crude performance that everyone seemed to enjoy. After finishing my overpriced beer I hightailed out of there and took the city rapid transit back to the ship.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, "Seawater Two...."

“Look here; I wasn't going to tell anybody about it, but I'll let you three in on it to make up for giving you such a scare. I got the idea from a book I found in the barn, "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes". It's the best book I've come across in a long time, and you'll admit I know something about literature. I'll venture to say there isn't a pig in the country has a finer library or a wider knowledge of -"

"Oh, cut out the hot air," interrupted Jinx rudely, "and let's have the story.”
― Walter R. Brooks, Freddy the Detective

“Eat from the trough and sup with the pigs.”
― Anthony T. Hincks, Anthony T. Hincks: An author of life, Volume 1

“Theer's no use saying pigs conner fly, when you see them catching swallows.”
― Alan Garner, The Weirdstone of Brisingamen

“We only ever got pig blood. This wasn't because it was the only type of animal blood the butcher had. "Pigs are dirty," my mum said once. "It's what your body deserves." But it turns out that pigs aren't naturally dirty. Rather, humans keep pigs in dirty conditions, feeding them rotten vegetables, letting the mud in their too-small pens mix with their feces; the filth of the pig is just symptomatic of the sins of the human. Wild pigs eat plants. They've even been shown to clean fruit in creeks before eating it, and they never eat or roll around in their own feces. I told my mum this, but she was adamant that the pig was the filthiest animal and was what we deserved.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“Do you trust the police? I do not.”
― Steven Magee

“Pigs and dogs have one thing in common, they both return to their past mistakes and never learn from their bad erroneous experiences.”
― Dr. Lucas D. Shallua