Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot". ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958, spoken by the character Holly Golightly
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
Its better to pace yourself throughout a big day like Thanksgiving by having something healthful for breakfast and something light for lunch.
There should be more booing in shops and restaurants and places like that when when the service is bad. If you've had a poor breakfast in a hotel, you should put your knife and fork down and boo.
Breakfast - which I didn't mind skipping; if the eggs had been any runnier and the bacon a little less fatty, I could have raced them against each other around my plate.
Occasionally, I make waffles for breakfast for any employee who wants to talk to me. I make them around 8 A. M. as an incentive for people to show up early.
Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.
Everyday happiness means getting up in the morning, and you can't wait to finish your breakfast. You can't wait to do your exercises. You can't wait to put on your clothes. You can't wait to get out. And you can't wait to come home, because the soup is hot.
The perfect breakfast is fish with grits and scrambled eggs with onions. I'm getting hungry thinking about that.
O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.
What nicer thing can you do for somebody than make them breakfast?
I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner.
Even a meaningless life may contain many good breakfasts.
If you got up this morning and had fruits for breakfast, it was probably picked by the bent back of an immigrant worker. If you slept in a hotel or motel of the nation, you probably had your room done by an immigrant worker.
A year after I'd graduated college, I went to a weeklong conference intensive in Boston, and that's when things kicked into high gear. My workshop leader was a Harvard professor and editor. At the end of the week we met one-on-one over breakfast, and she said, in essence, "Look, you're ready to turn pro. " She gave me a list of literary agents to query once I had something to show them. I came home and wrote my first real novel, and the agent that sold it to Tor Books was on that list.
I rang the bell of this small bed-and breakfast place, whereupon a lady appeared at an outside window. "What do you want?", she asked. "I want to stay here", I replied. "Well, stay there then", she said and closed the window.
I didn't forget your breakfast. I didn't bring your breakfast. Because you didn't eat your din-din.
I can't have a big breakfast or a big lunch because I get very lethargic, and then I get really cranky. I eat, but I have to eat small, healthful amounts of food.
Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.
Right now, Im very healthy. I have no vices left. Except sugary breakfast cereal. And absinthe, of course.