#chicken

Studying cows, pigs and chickens can help an actor develop his character. There are a lot of things I learned from animals. One was that they couldn't hiss or boo me. ↗

— James Dean

#boo #character #chickens #cows #develop

Cutting up fowl to predict the future is, if done honestly and with as little interpretation as possible, a kind of randomization. But chicken guts are hard to read and invite flights of fancy or corruption. ↗

— Ian Hacking

#corruption #cutting #done #fancy #flights

I want there to be no peasant in my kingdom so poor that he cannot have a chicken in his pot every Sunday. ↗

— Henry IV

#chicken #every #every sunday #his #i

I love lean meats like chicken, turkey. I'm obsessed with sushi and fish in general. I eat a lot of veggies and hummus. ↗

— Shawn Johnson

#eat #fish #general #i #i love

Religion is no more the parent of morality than an incubator is the mother of a chicken. ↗

— Lemuel K. Washburn

#incubator #morality #more #mother #parent

On the nights I stuffed myself full of myths, I dreamed of college, of being pumped full of all the old knowledge until I knew everything there was to know, all the past cultures picked clean like delicious roasted chicken. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#food #myth #dreams

Secret to what?" "Secret to shutting you up," he said. "I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and"--he raised his hands--"blessed silence. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#curran #ilona-andrews #kate #kate-daniels #magic-burns

I love eating chicken with my bare hands. It makes me want to snarl at people, even more than usual. ↗

— Jeri Smith-Ready

#love

I am a battery hen. I live in a cage so small I cannot stretch my wings. I am forced to stand night and day on a sloping wire mesh floor that painfully cuts into my feet. The cage walls tear my feathers, forming blood blisters that never heal. The air is so full of ammonia that my lungs hurt and my eyes burn and I think I am going blind. As soon as I was born, a man grabbed me and sheared off part of my beak with a hot iron, and my little brothers were thrown into trash bags as useless alive. My mind is alert and my body is sensitive and I should have been richly feathered. In nature or even a farmyard I would have had sociable, cleansing dust baths with my flock mates, a need so strong that I perform 'vacuum' dust bathing on the wire floor of my cage. Free, I would have ranged my ancestral jungles and fields with my mates, devouring plants, earthworms, and insects from sunrise to dusk. I would have exercised my body and expressed my nature, and I would have given, and received, pleasure as a whole being. I am only a year old, but I am already a 'spent hen.' Humans, I wish I were dead, and soon I will be dead. Look for pieces of my wounded flesh wherever chicken pies and soups are sold. ↗

— Karen Davis

#chickens #factory-farms #nature

My arm bones looked like chicken bones. ↗

— Tammy Duckworth

#bones #chicken #like #looked