Eaters of Wonder BreadMust be underbred.So little to eat.Where’s the wheat?
I had a dream about you. I walked by and you whistled like I was a piece of meat. And I was a piece of meat—I was a thin slice of ham. You were two pieces of bread, so we made love like most mothers make lunch for their kids. That sounded dirtier than it...
Christ knew that by bread alone you cannot reanimate man. If there were no spiritual life, no ideal of Beauty, man would pine away, die, go mad, kill himself or give himself to pagan fantasies. And as Christ, the ideal of Beauty in Himself and his Word, he decided it was better to implant the...
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in. A minute to smile and an hour to weep in. A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double. And that is life. A crust and a corner that makes love precious, With a smile to...
How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?
I could live on challah bread, the Jewish kosher bread, quite happily.
I like bread, and I like butter – but I like bread with butter best.
There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger’s origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed...
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
I have bread, water, and love—what more can a man ask for? How about pasta, wine, and sex.
The picture is grainy. But that’s to be expected when photographing bread.
There is more food in a pennyworth of bread than in a gallon of ale.
You might be offered oatcakes as well as bread (especially in the north). If these do not tempt you, consider eating “horse-bread.” This is made from a sort of flour of ground peas, bran, and beans–if contemporaries look at you strangely, it is because it is not meant for human consumption.
You can’t just leave out one part; the bread won’t rise if the yeast isn’t there.
I judge a restaurant by the bread and by the coffee.