“Taggle was absorbed in the meat pie. ‘It’s covered in BREAD,’ he huffed. ‘What fool has covered MEAT with BREAD?”

“I keep butter in my underwear, because it’s like a meat locker down there. Can I interest you in two rolls of bread?”

“It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?""Everything.”

“He who steals my purse steals my right to live," was the reply, "old saws to the contrary. For he steals my bread and meat and bed, and in doing so imperils my life.”

“It’s not about managing, it’s about taste. Your sandwiches taste better.” Ty started cracking up. “Oh my fucking God, are you spoiled. It’s about throwing some meat, cheese, and mayo between two pieces of bread. The taste doesn’t change whether it’s me or you slapping it together.”

“It was one thing not to want a husband, I realized; it was quite another not to need one for the roof over your head, for your meat and bread, for the shoes on your feet and the coat on your back.”