Bread Quote by Marie Darrieussecq

“Before I left, I just wanted to say . . . thank you.” It came out a little strangled. I thought about it for…

— Karen Chance

“He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and…

— Mikl Paul

“left my box of cubicle gear in the trunk, stashed like a dead body. I pasted on a smile and walked into the house.…

— Sandra Byrd

“Take the loaf. I see you don’t have any loaf left. I still have loaf. I’m sharing my loaf with you,” she insisted. She…

— V.C. Lancaster

“he tried not to look back as the stale bread disintegrated in his stomach. A few times, he shifted again and watched the lights…

— Markus Zusak

“Then I probably fainted. The woman at the registration desk managed to put on a sympathetic expression afterward, as if she wanted to ask,…

— Barbara Honigmann

“On the third day, it hit me what he was doing. He was taking his time. Allowing me to chat with townsfolk, window shop,…

— Kristen Ashley

“What've you got to barter?" I pulled off my father's bag and peered inside. "A flashlight, matches-" "How about a sleeping bag?" he interrupted.…

— Kat Falls

“My shift isn’t over until six,” I say glumly. “Hold on,” he says. He pulls a Blackberry from his coat pocket and taps out…

— Andrew Shaffer

“He scowled at her. “What are you doing here?” She held out a plate of freshly-baked cookies. “Making a delivery before our home turns…

— Mila Rossi

“There's a bench, worn smooth by decades of widows and nannies; I sit, and wonder if he will, if he'll remember it was ours…

— Richard Kramer

“Six days. The man had been gone six days, and that was all he had to say about it?”

— Charlie N. Holmberg