Pig Quotes

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J.K. Rowling
“Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.
"Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?"
"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"
"I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Ray Bradbury
“Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin. There are smiles & smiles; learn to tell the dark variety from the light. The seal-barker, the laugh-shouter, half the time he's covering up. He's had his fun & he's guilty. And all men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors & smells. Times come when troughs, not tables, suit appetites. Hear a man too loudly praising others & look to wonder if he didn't just get up from the sty. On the other hand, that unhappy, pale, put-upon man walking by, who looks all guilt & sin, why, often that's your good man with a capital G, Will. For being good is a fearful occupation; men strain at it & sometimes break in two. I've known a few. You work twice as hard to be a farmer as to be his hog. I suppose it's thinking about trying to be good makes the crack run up the wall one night. A man with high standards, too, the least hair falls on him sometimes wilts his spine. He can't let himself alone, won't let himself off the hook if he falls just a breath from grace.”
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
tags: good, man, pig, sin, sty

Ian Falconer
“Only five books tonight, Mommy," she says.
No, Olivia, just one."
How about four?"
Two."
Three."
Oh, all right, three. But that's it!”
Ian Falconer, Olivia

Erin McCarthy
“He's a pig and I don't allow livestock in the house.”
Erin McCarthy, My Immortal

J.K. Rowling
“Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel — Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“so, what are you in for? MANSLAUGHTER!!! I SLAUGHTERED A MAN!! JUST LIKE A PIG!!! PUT HIM ON A SPIT AND PUT AN APPLE IN HIS MOUTH!!!!”
Brian Regan, Funny Business: The Best of Uproar Comedy Vol. II

Winston S. Churchill
“Always remember, a cat looks down on man, a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man right in the eye and see his equal.”
Winston S. Churchill
tags: man, pig

Neil Gaiman
“Traveling through the Dragon's Den, it has just been explained that Haroun, the Ifrit, has been caught in a mirror trap. Here is the passage that follows:

"So," said Silas. "Now there are only three of us."
"And a pig," said Kandar [the mummy]
"Why?" Asked Miss Lupescu, with a wolf-tongue, through wolf teeth. "Why the Pig?"
"It's lucky," said Kandar.
Miss Lupescu growled, unconvinced.
"Did Haroun have a pig?" asked Kandar, simply.”
Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

Charles Lamb
“I remember an hypothesis argued upon by the young students, when I was at St. Omer's, and maintained with much learning and pleasantry on both sides, 'Whether supposing that the flavour of a big who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremem) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting an animal to death?' I forget the decision.”
Charles Lamb

Kelli Jae Baeli
“When I am alone, my table manners are rather piggish, but i suppose that's because I don't eat at a table, I eat at my desk. Which could be considered a table, except we tend to define things by their function, and this particular surface is a desk, so perhaps piggish is unfair.”
Kelli Jae Baeli

Rick Yancey
“I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.”
Rick Yancey, The Last Star

“CHUBBY PIGS ARE VERY CUTE BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH”
CHUBBYPIG

Olaotan Fawehinmi
“A Child raised in the Mud should never point an accusing finger at a Pig.”
Olaotan Fawehinmi

Thomm Quackenbush
“Aw, so he used you as a penis cozy and then left? Guys are pigs.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)

Amanda Abram
“I hit him playfully on the shoulder. “You make me sound like such a pig.”

He threw his hands up in the air. “Well, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck— ”

“—it’s a pig?” I finished for him.

“Exactly.”
Amanda Abram, The Importance of Getting Revenge
tags: duck, pig

Maya Motayne
“- I'm tired. It's been a hell of a week and I came in here through a damned pig! I don't have the energy to lie!
Alfie wondered if "coming in through a pig" was some sort of slang he had yet to hear.”
Maya Motayne, Nocturna
tags: funny, pig

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“A ‘cause’ that serves our purpose is, in reality, an ‘agenda’ that we’ve attempted to make noble by dressing it up in the finery of a cause. But as my Dad used to say, 'you can’t put perfume on a pig.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

“It is hard to look a hero when mounted on a pig.”
George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
tags: hero, pig

Deyth Banger
“Pigs after pigs, walking in group going on the way for the barracks, to be the first meal of the wolfs.
(Salem's Lot)”
Deyth Banger

Bernard Cornwell
“They’re praying to ham bones, ham bones! The blessed pig!”
Bernard Cornwell, The Archer's Tale

Anthony Ryan
“Thirty-four, still undecided on a name, sat practicing his Realm tongue with Draker, although much of the lesson seemed to consist of the correct use of profanity. "No," the big man shook his shaggy head. "Pig-fucker not fuck-pigger.”
Anthony Ryan, Queen of Fire

“Don’t stab the pig and then eat its bacon”
Charmaine J Forde
tags: bacon, eat, pig, stab

Jason Medina
“Personally, it would have been a better privilege for me to waste a fully dressed pig.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

Harriet Lerner
“When women equate requesting a behavioral change with trying to teach the proverbial pig to sing, we don’t strengthen our voice. Instead, we get sucked in by the latest research findings about how male and female brains are different, so men can’t really be expected to pick up their socks. It feels easier to give up and adapt to unfair circumstances, despite the enormous long-term toll of making such accommodations.”
Harriet Lerner, Ph.D.

Lisa Kleypas
“I told the twins, as tactfully as possible, that Hamlet was never barrowed in infancy, as he should have been. I had no idea the procedure was necessary, or I would have made certain it was done."
"Barrowed?" Kathleen asked, perplexed.
West made a scissoring gesture with two fingers.
"Oh."
"Remaining, er... intact," West continued, "has made Hamlet unfit for future consumption, so there's no reason to fear he'll end up on the dinner table. But he'll become increasingly aggressive as he goes through pubescence. It seems he'll become malodorous as well. He's now suited for only one purpose."
"Do you mean-" Kathleen began.
"Might this wait until after breakfast?" Devon asked from behind a newspaper.
West sent Kathleen an apologetic grin. ""I'll explain later."
"If you're going to tell me about the inconvenience of having an uncastrated male in the house," Kathleen said, "I'm already aware of it."
West choked a little on his toast. There was no sound from Devon's direction.”
Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

Anthony Bourdain
“Suddenly and without warning, one of the men stepped around and, with the beast's nether regions regrettably all too apparent, plunged his bare hand up to the elbow in the pig's rectum, then removed it, holding a fistful of steaming pig shit - which he flung, unceremoniously, to the ground with a loud splat before repeating the process.”
Anthony Bourdain, A Cook's Tour: Global Adventures in Extreme Cuisines

Lisa Kemmerer
“Failing to notice a lack of Latino and African-American representation in congress is a result of systemic oppression – racism. General indifference to the fact that white men dominate large corporations is part of the invisibility of both racism and sexism. A lack of concern about the plight of a “breeding” sow on a factory farm is also a result of normative systematic oppression – speciesism.”
Lisa Kemmerer, Sister Species: Women, Animals and Social Justice

“My favorite idea to come out of the world of cultured meat is the 'pig in the backyard.' I say 'favorite' not because this scenario seems likely to materialize but because it speaks most directly to my own imagination. In a city, a neighborhood contains a yard, and in that yard there is a pig, and that pig is relatively happy. It receives visitors every day, including local children who bring it odds and ends to eat from their family kitchens. These children may have played with the pig when it was small. Each week a small and harmless biopsy of cells is taken from the pig and turned into cultured pork, perhaps hundreds of pounds of it. This becomes the community's meat. The pig lives out a natural porcine span, and I assume it enjoys the company of other pigs from time to time. This fantasy comes to us from Dutch bioethicists, and it is based on a very real project in which Dutch neighbourhoods raised pigs and then debated the question of their eventual slaughter. The fact that the pig lives in a city is important, for the city is the ancient topos of utopian thought.
The 'pig in the backyard' might also be described as the recurrence of an image from late medieval Europe that has been recorded in literature and art history. This is the pig in the land of Cockaigne, the 'Big Rock Candy Mountain' of its time, was a fantasy for starving peasants across Europe. It was filled with foods of a magnificence that only the starving can imagine. In some depictions, you reached this land by eating through a wall of porridge, on the other side of which all manner of things to eat and drink came up from the ground and flowed in streams. Pigs walked around with forks sticking out of backs that were already roasted and sliced. Cockaigne is an image of appetites fullfilled, and cultured meat is Cockaigne's cornucopian echo. The great difference is that Cockaigne was an inversion of the experience of the peasants who imagined it: a land where sloth became a virtue rather than a vice, food and sex were easily had, and no one ever had to work. In Cockaigne, delicious birds would fly into our mouths, already cooked. Animals would want to be eaten. By gratifying the body's appetites rather than rewarding the performance of moral virtue, Cockaigne inverted heaven.
The 'pig in the backyard' does not fully eliminate pigs, with their cleverness and their shit, from the getting of pork. It combines intimacy, community, and an encounter with two kinds of difference: the familiar but largely forgotten difference carried by the gaze between human animal and nonhuman animal, and the weirder difference of an animal's body extended by tissue culture techniques. Because that is literally what culturing animal cells does, extending the body both in time and space, creating a novel form of relation between an original, still living animal and its flesh that becomes meat. The 'pig in the backyard' tries to please both hippies and techno-utopians at once, and this is part of this vision of rus in urbe. But this doubled encounter with difference also promises (that word again!) to work on the moral imagination. The materials for this work are, first, the intact living body of another being, which appears to have something like a telos of its own beyond providing for our sustenance; and second, a new set of possibilities for what meat can become in the twenty-first century. The 'pig in the backyard' is only a scenario. Its outcomes are uncertain. It is not obvious that the neighbourhood will want to eat flesh, even the extended and 'harmless' flesh, of a being they know well, but the history of slaughter and carnivory on farms suggests that they very well might. The 'pig in the backyard' is an experiment in ethical futures. The pig points her snout at us and asks what kind of persons we might become.”
Benjamin Aldes Wurgaft, Meat Planet: Artificial Flesh and the Future of Food

“When Carol arrived at the sanctuary, she had pink spray paint on her back, marking her to be slaughtered. Her muscles were weak from being confined for most of her life to a sow stall, she was given fruit to eat but didn’t know what to do with it, having never seen fruit in her life. But that same day, after a little warming up, she got excited and started running and dancing around the paddock happily. She also had her very first mud bath. Now, a few months on, Carol has settled well into her new sanctuary life. She was introduced to the other pig residents, has established herself within the pecking order, and has seemingly even adopted a son, Iggle Piggle, a younger pig. The two are inseparable and are often found cuddling together. We like to think of Iggle Piggle as the son she never got to keep, having had between 80–120 piglets taken from her in her 4–5 year lifespan.”
Jason Hannan, Meatsplaining: The Animal Agriculture Industry and the Rhetoric of Denial

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