To be honest, bread constipates me, and I like to have my daily bowel movement.
I’m going to do an adaptation of the Italian film, Bread and Tulips. I really like that film.
I’m afraid for all those who’ll have the bread snatched from their mouths by these machines. What business has science and capitalism got, bringing all these new inventions into the works, before society has produced a generation educated up to using them!
Men and women do not live by bread alone. They also need sustaining ideas.
In America people get depressed for no reason. They say, ‘I’m sad my boyfriend didn’t call me.’ I tell them, ‘How would you like to spend 12 hours on a line to get bread or a chicken?’ That is depressing.
The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.
There is an obvious connection, on the declining Roman empire’s bread and circuses model, between political enthusiasm for public spectacles and the periods when we are least able to pay for them.
Men and women cannot live by bread alone. They must also tinkle. Show me someone who has no trouble tinkling, and I will show you a happy and rich person.
Just, you know, you can’t put bread in a cold oven. You know, you’ve got to take your time. You’ve got to heat it up. So that’s what, that’s what I like to do with my music. I like to build it, and build it into a maddening, exciting crescendo.
The American people are sheep. They’re comfortable, rich, working. It’s like the Romans, they’re happy with bread and their spectator sports. The Super Bowl means more to them than any right.
The best time of my life was living at my mum and dad’s and watching things on television like ‘Saturday Night at the London Palladium with Max Bygraves.’ We used to have bread, put butter on it with sugar and put it under the grill. That was our treat.
A loaf of bread is $3-plus, and you can make an organic loaf of bread – that tastes a hundred times better, by the way – for probably a nickel or a dime.
Bad bread is the one thing I refuse. I need good bread.
The ‘hood don’t really wanna hear it, but you need brown rice, you need wheat bread, stuff like that.
I don’t have anything to prove as a writer anymore. I write about Panera Bread or Red Lobster or Satan or Richard Ramirez or whatever comes to mind. I just write.
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man’s bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man’s stairs.
At restaurants, I try to tell them not to bring the bread basket, but what’s the point of going out to eat if I can’t enjoy it?
I only like food without color, like potatoes, bread, and pasta.
Each man must have his I; it is more necessary to him than bread; and if he does not find scope for it within the existing institutions he will be likely to make trouble.
As an actor it somehow gets monotonous to play the same role again and again. But I can’t say no to them as I earn my bread and butter from this.
I would take vouchers, do sums in my head just to get some eggs and bread or a tin of cheap Irish stew. I’d be starving and want two tins but couldn’t afford it. The poorer you are the hungrier you feel.
When I’m at craft services, I make the best-tasting, 10-layer meat and cheese sandwich with no bread.
Me writing about tennis is like a baker baking bread.
The thing I miss about Russia the most is what is called ‘black bread.’ It’s rye bread, and everyone eats it. I slice mine up and put sunflower oil and salt on it… the best thing ever. It was like a little treat for me when I was a kid.
If I am out in the street or buying bread or taking a taxi, no one knows who I am.
I remember lying on the floor of my room, staring at a black-and-white television for most of the ’80s – watching ‘Diff’rent Strokes,’ ‘Facts of Life,’ ‘Silver Spoons,’ Saturday morning cartoons, and ‘Murder, She Wrote’ while eating an insane amount of Stouffer’s French bread pizza. I was sucked into it all.
How many people in the world is, each of them is individual. And I like to eat bread, somebody don’t like that. You know this is the same in gymnastics.
My specialty was baked potatoes with cheese melted over broccoli. I was also very good at melting cheese on bread.
I see girls who haven’t had a carbohydrate in three years. The second you go back to eating right, you’re going to put that weight on. You eat one piece of bread and you are screwed, lady!
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.
Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead.
I’m a thin-crust pizza guy. I respect people who like thick crust, but in my view it’s mostly bread.
If I go home I’ll see poverty, I didn’t want to go home. No vegetables today. So make black tea and eat stuffed bread dipped in black tea. The noise from the machine while stitching dupattas. I’ve heard that for 21 years of my life because my mother used to stitch veils. I still get irked when I listen to it.
I feel I am incapable of making Hindi movies. But I don’t mind acting in them just to earn my bread and butter.
I pay attention to everything now – the taste of bread, the taste of water.
I like both potatoes and rice. You can do a lot with both of them. But if I could eat only one carbohydrate for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t choose bread, potatoes or even noodles. I’d go for rice instead; I eat more of that than anything else.
Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.
Sometimes it’s just ‘Oh my God, I love the taste of fried oysters on French bread with mayonnaise and an order of French fries.’ I’m not going to lie to you – I deal with that temptation every single day, many times.
My mom fed us a lot of processed food when we were kids, like chicken fingers, grilled cheese sandwiches and quesadillas. I make those treats for my family, too, but I use organic cheeses and whole wheat bread and tortillas.
All the criticism and all of the praise, it doesn’t – it’s not worth the salt that goes on my bread, because TV is fickle. You can be loved one day and hated the next day. One day, you’re getting an award. And the next day, you’re getting a death threat.
Nobody I ever broke bread with, and I see players all the time, talked about using their head running the football.
I make a mean Irish soda bread every Christmas and give it out to friends and family.
Skillet corn bread has always been my go-to-comfort food, and my mom used to make it for me as a treat when I was younger. I do this for my girls now whenever I think they need a little love.
My observations are not bread crumbs. They do not dissolve. They are on record, on film printed in books, and found on the Internet. I am happy to share them. For this I was born.
Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.
I’m cool with whatever. I’ll just keep eating my bread, sipping my soup and serving my time. But the chicken is going to lay some more eggs one day.
I never really ate that bad, I just ate too much. It wasn’t like I had to switch to whole wheat bread or something like that. I really just had to eat less of what I was eating, and I had to exercise more.
I wrote a techno song about the four things I love in Germany to make myself happy, which are my grandfather, my two poodle pets, bread, and a strange but delicious Turkish dish called Doener Kebab.
My first meal when I wake up is five boiled eggs, egg whites, and a slice of whole wheat bread.
I love bread and would happily eat it for every meal of the day.
Men are my bread and butter. It’s what I live for! I have no shame about that.
When a shooting takes place, it is not just us, it is an opportunity for many bread earners – the light man, the boom man, the sound staff, the people who work to erect the sets, the camera team.
My dirty little secret is that I hate running. I don’t like cardio. I also really like food, and all kinds of food – bread, chocolate, all of the yummy stuff. I up my cardio quite a bit and I start cutting out carbs, sugar, and salt just to try to get as lean as I can.
My maternal grandmother made fantastic ox tongue with velvety roasted potatoes. She cooked sweet red cabbage and lovely cauliflower with butter and bread crumbs.
The art of bread making can become a consuming hobby, and no matter how often and how many kinds of bread one has made, there always seems to be something new to learn.
My favorite Polish foods are the soups, and particularly the sour soups, which I don’t think I’ve ever had anywhere else. Zurek, sour bread soup, as well as chlodnik, a cold soup made with beetroot and yogurt, are really unique to Polish cuisine.
I have the ability to create and be in touch with God. I can’t change bread and wine into body and blood, but I can take the scum or the slime of the earth and make it into a man or woman.
Those girl-next-door roles were my bread and butter and I was appreciated for my work.
To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.
I came from a background where we didn’t have bread. I know what it’s like to live with money and no money.
