We must both have been hungry because we constantly led the conversation round to food.
"What is your favorite dish, grandad?"
"All of them, my son. It's a great sin to say this is good and that is bad."
"Why? Can't we make a choice?"
"No, of course we can't."
"Why not?"
"Because there are people who are hungry."
I was silent, ashamed. My heart had never been able to reach that height of nobility and compassion..
(Nikos Kazantzakis, "Zorba the Greek")