It puzzled K., at least it puzzled him looking at it from the policemen’s point of view, that they had made him go into the room and left him alone there, where he had ten...

The only way to eat Cheerios is without cheer. Could a product name be more of an oxymoron?

The little energy you obtained from your breakfast can ignite your willingness to kick start. Don’t overlook the little energy you have now by fixing eyes on a supposed magical influence farther away!

The days were sunny, the nights were star-studded. Indeed married life was strawberries for breakfast and loving all the time.

I enjoy breakfast in bed. But not while I am sleeping, because that’s when I’m making love.

I went to a restaurant that serves “breakfast at any time” so I ordered French toast during the Renaissance.

full English breakfast,” which consisted of tea, orange juice, cookies, oatmeal, granola, berries, bananas, croissants, grapes, pineapples, prunes, yogurt, five kinds of cold cereal, eggs, hash browns, back bacon, sausage, smoked salmon, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans,...

I don’t eat breakfast, but I do drink it. Coffee, it’s the most important meal of the day.

I mop my floor with a wet cloud. My love tissues are full of eye rain. Dinner will be served at breakfast.

I think maybe today a poem I hopeafter breakfast I start tryingpulling it out of my own gutmostly by force

Francis Bacon has the most delicious last name ever, followed closely by Johnny Scrambledeggs. I make love like those two guys make breakfast out of family reunions.

Instead of breakfast, she has brought sway and dancing into bed.

I wash my hair with strawberry jelly, because my favorite thing to eat for breakfast is lunch. It’s never too late to love someone, but sometimes it is too early.

Friendship is like putting butter on your socks before you slide them on. Sure, we all do it occasionally, but most of us would rather eat breakfast bare-handed at least once in a while.

Tomorrow’s Pancake Friday, despite the fact that it’s Monday, and I don’t eat breakfast.

Hurray’, shouted Glokta. ‘Porridge again!’He looked over at the motionless Practical. ‘Porridge and honey, better than money, everything’s funny, with porridge and honey!

Never eat the Cheerios after your brother’s pissed in the milk.” Of course, since my pops had to work three jobs to support us, we often did have to finish our cereal, no matter if...

The Mexican people, once they have happened on a good food, he thought, flay the thing to distraction. Ham and eggs every morning now for two weeks. Since arriving in Guanajuato, bearing his typewriter, it...

I don’t like breakfast—I prefer fixslow. I eat it like I devour your love, and it may take time, but we can put our relationship back together. Just pass me the maple syrup.

Breakfast was, on the whole, a leisurely and silent meal, for no member of the family was very talkative at that hour. By the end of the meal the influence of the coffee, toast, and...

I don’t like breakfast, because I like things fixed and slow. Let’s just take our relationship morning by morning.

Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said. ‘One can’t believe impossible things.’I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day....

My hands fell asleep, so I washed them with hot coffee. Then I had donuts for breakfast, by way of spinning circles in my car and burning rubber in the parking garage of my office...

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

I’ll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.

Breakfast is my specialty. I admit it’s the easiest meal to cook, but I make everything with a twist, like lemon ricotta pancakes or bacon that’s baked instead of fried.

Welcome to Dinnerville, where it’s always breakfast. When love is in the air, you can tell it’s about to rain.

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

The radio signal was scrambled, and so were my eggs. I got tired of eating commercial breaks for breakfast.

In Wilson’s scale of evaluations breakfast rated just after life itself and ahead of the chance of immortality.

And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don’t want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!””Good Heavens!” said Pippin. “At breakfast?

The first thing I do when I get up, I have breakfast.

I want to keep politics out of my breakfast. Politics isn’t something I want in my eggs, no matter how scrambled I like them.

I like to think I am well-mannered. If I have the option at a breakfast place, I’ll go with the grits. That’s how Southern I am.

Every time I eat an English muffin I feel like I become more grammatically correct, more refined, more cultured, and an all-around gentleman.

Anisette! You will eat your food, not demonstrate aerial warfare across the table with it.

Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work, but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.

I know family comes first, but shouldn’t that mean after breakfast?

I had eggs for breakfast. I ate them off the hood of a politician’s car, after I threw them there.

I’m not the kind of actor that would know what my character had for breakfast last Tuesday.

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman.”[Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson’s cooking.]

Two days ago, Tuesday at 10:10 am, I gave birth to a bagel. And God commanded me to slice up my only begotten bagel in two, and who am I to argue with God? So...

Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.

Love is like breakfast with Mildred. Who’s Mildred? How the heck should I know? I don’t eat breakfast.

During the strict macrobiotic chapter of my life, I ate miso soup every day for breakfast and sometimes with dinner as well.

Distance, the dissonance insurmountable,would be not the end,but a magnet.When fingertips kiss,they imprint and cement something,that cannot be disintegrated. Time becomes a phantom,the wind becomes an anchor,and old dreams- blankets of warmth.Lull with me, Lady,there...

No milk,” I said.”No milk,” said my sister.I watched my dad think about this. He looked like he was going to suggest that we have something for breakfast that you do not need milk for,...

One consequential change is that people used to get most of their calories at breakfast and midday, with only the evening top-up at suppertime. Now those intakes are almost exactly reversed. Most of us consume...

I like my eggs sunny side up at midnight, and I wear sunglasses when I eat them because they are so bright. They’re almost as blinding as my love for you, only not as runny.

I’m glad scrambled eggs don’t have lips, because when I’m grinning over a hearty breakfast, it would really freak me out to see my breakfast grinning back. I’ve eaten a man for less than that.