“Love is bread and water to the soul. My relationships are quite soggy.
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“In a lot of ways I am like a duck. I love the water; I have large, web-like feet; and I could never kill a man, unless that man tasted like soggy bread and I decided to eat him.”

“I think that we need history as much as we need bread or water or love.”

“It started to go wrong quite early, my relationship with Architecture”

“I have bread, water, and love—what more can a man ask for? How about pasta, wine, and sex.”

“They plan and they fix and they do, and then some kitchen-dwelling fiend slips a scorchy, soggy, tasteless mess into their pots and pans…So when the bread didn’t rise, and the fish wasn’t quite done at the bone, and the rice was scorched, he slapped Janie until she had a ringing sound in her ears and told her about her brains before he stalked on back to the store.”