I learned a long time ago never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty and besides, the pig likes it.

"When the meat platter was passed to me, I didn't even know what the meat was; usually, you couldn't tell, anyway-but it was suddenly as though _don't eat any more pork_ flashed on a screen before me.

I hesitated, with the platter in mid-air; then I passed it along to the inmate waiting next to me. He began serving himself; abruptly, he stopped. I remember him turning, looking surprised at me.

I said to him, "I don't eat pork."

The platter then kept on down the table.
It was the funniest thing, the reaction, and the way that it spread. In prison, where so little breaks the monotonous routine, the smallest thing causes a commotion of talk. It was being mentioned all over the cell block by night that Satan didn't eat pork."

I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig, you get dirty; and besides, the pig likes it.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

I was rubbing the pieces of bacon like they were strands of a lover’s hair. Of course they weren’t, because all my exes had hair like scrambled eggs.

All who eat swine’s flesh are of the devil; and just as certain as he eats it, he will tell a lie in less than half an hour. If you eat a piece of pork, it will go crooked through you, and the Holy Ghost will not stay in you, but one or the other must leave the house pretty soon. The pork will be as crooked in you as ram’s horns, and as great a nuisance as the hogs in the street.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said.
You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

You can put lipstick and earrings on a hog and call it Monique, but it's still a pig.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.

I will not eat them in a house, i will not eat them with a mouse,i will not eat them in a box i will not eat them with a fox, i will not eat them here of there i will not eat them anywhere, I do not like green eggs and ham i do not like them sam i am

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.
Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

I won't eat anything green.

Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it.

"The little pig began to pray
But Wolfie blew his house away.
He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham!
Oh what a lucky wolf I am!"
And though he ate the pig quite fast,
He carefully kept the tail till last."