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Apparently, as a kid, I used to eat spiders. Maybe there's some Freudian significance behind that.

And from my character's point-of-view in Ravenous, he had been collected by Robert Carlyle's character, he had become infected by this ravenous, cannibalistic power, and he was making the best of it.

I am not a fan of tarantulas.

I was a very picky eater.

God knows Himself and every created thing perfectly. Not a blade of grass or the tiniest insect escapes His eye.

I think he had a strange, passionate devotion to the truth and a horror at what he saw going on.

He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.

I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created parasitic wasps with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars.

I remember the first time I heard a co-worker refer to himself as a foodie. It immediately irritated me. Was he implying that he appreciated food more than other people? That his love of eating was somehow more evolved than mine? Don't all people love the thing we can't live without?

I had hoped that he has mouth smell or something other repelling, but nothing! It was even charming.