I Would Rather Die Than Let My

One Cold Wintry Day In London, I Was Dreaming About Salad Nicoise—one Of My Favorites.

When I Was Twenty-one, A Friend Gave Me A Book Called Diet For A New America By John Robbins, Which Exposed The Brutal Practices Of American Factory Farms. That, Coupled With A Lecture From Leonardo Dicaprio (when He Was Nineteen And I Was Twenty-one) About How Such Animals Are Kept And Processed, Made Me Lose My Desire For Factory Farm Pork And Beef Right There.

I Understand That If You Set Out To Be A Celebrity, Then You Asked For It, But All I Wanted To Be Was An Actor.

I Don't Want To Be Rich And I Don't Want To Be Famous.

I Don't Know Who Decided That Skinny Was More Appealing Than Not Skinny. It Seems Arbitrary.