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...

Someone once told me that religion is like a knife: You can stab someone with it, or you can slice bread with it.

I judge a restaurant by the bread and by the coffee.

Bread – like real love – took time, cultivation, strong loving hands and patience. It lived, rising and growing to fruition only under the most perfect circumstances.

Your flour is your dream and your bread is your fulfillment. The environment in which your flour is baked can influence the shape of your bread… Just take it as simple as that!

For it is we who must pray for our daily bread, and if He grants it to us, it is only through our labour, our skill and preparation.

Unreturned love is like trying to make a sandwich with one slice of bread. Don’t stress—fold it in half and love yourself.

Eaters of Wonder BreadMust be underbred.So little to eat.Where’s the wheat?