“If I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.”
“If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
“Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.”
“If you could buy time, I would sell it. Yesterday would be expensive, and tomorrow would be cheap.”
“Selling my soul would be a lot easier if I could just find it.”
“As in many other cities, money no longer had any value in Istanbul. At the time I returned from the East, bakeries that once sold large one-hundred drachma loaves of bread for one silver coin now baked loaves half the size for the same price, and they no longer tasted the way they did during my childhood.”