I got sick of the dough, and thought I'd go on the loaf.
To me, it has always been difficult to understand those evangelical Christians who insist upon living in the crisis as if no crisis existed. They say they serve the Lord, but they divide their days so as to leave plenty of time to play and loaf and enjoy the pleasures of the world as well. They are at ease while the world burns.
To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
[Completely bored by a country weekend, wiring to a friend:] For heaven's sake, rush me a loaf of bread, enclosing saw and file.
Can you do Division? Divide a loaf by a knife - what's the answer to that?
As long as you've got slightly more perception than the average wrapped loaf, you could invent something.
When you're tired, you rationalize. You make excuses in your mind. You say, "I'm too tired; I'm bushed; I can't do this; I'll loaf. " Then you're a coward.
Bill Clinton has a brand new book coming out in a few months and the Democrats are worried that the Clinton book might upstage the Kerry campaign. I'm thinking, hell, day-old meat loaf could upstage that campaign.
Believe me, nobody likes to loaf more than me.
Since we have a good loaf, let us not look for cheesecakes.
In America, even your menus have the gift of language. . . . The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection and served in a creamy nest of mashed farm potatoes and strictly fresh garden vegetables. Of course, what you get is cole slaw and a slab of meat, but that doesn't matter because the menu has already started your juices going. Oh, those menus. In America, they are poetry.
The Benson and Hedges Cup was won by McEnroe. . . he was as charming as always, which means that he was as charming as a dead mouse in a loaf of bread.
We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.
I lean and loaf at my ease. . . observing a spear of summer grass.
Better is half a loaf than no bread.
We may not be able to get certainty, but we can get probability, and half a loaf is better than no bread.
Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.
You know, people think I named myself Meat Loaf, even though I didn't. And they think anyone who would name himself Meat Loaf couldn't have an IQ higher than four.
When there is very little else left to believe in, one can still believe in an honest loaf of fragrant, home-baked bread.
Some say that one-sided love is better than none, but like half a loaf of bread, it is likely to grow hard and moldy sooner.
