Just when you're beginning to think pretty well of people, you run across somebody who puts sugar on sliced tomatoes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love tomatoes, and they're so good for you.
Often we don't even know what we think ourselves about people in our lives.
My point of view is, I'm just a person, and there are times when I look at other people and think, 'My God, they spend so much time thinking about things that seem so absurd.' But I'm sure people must think the same thing about me.
If people do things without thinking them through, that rubs me up the wrong way.
I think it's a very firm part of human nature that if you surround yourself with like-minded people, you'll end up thinking more extreme versions of what you thought before.
When people talk about someone you have preconceived judgments.
It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.
If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking.
It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.
There is nothing better than picking up sun-warmed tomatoes and smelling them, feeling them and scrutinizing their shiny skins for imperfections, dreaming of ways to serve them.