“With a sudden pressure heralded by pricks of sweat along my drastically receding hairline, I swab the bottom of my salad plate with a vast hunk of bread and jam it into my mouth like a dentist packing a tooth. And just then-ah yes-I feel the niggling onset of a sneeze; here it comes, Hail Mary, bread or no bread, nothing can halt the shouting simultaneous eruption of every cavity in my head.”
“I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread”
“Bread for me is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.”
“Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.”
“The question of bread for myself is a material question, but the question of bread for my neighbor is a spiritual question.”
“My master gives me bread and beer and every good thing.”