Toast Quotes

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Wilkie Collins
“My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.”
Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

Kenneth Grahame
“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Margaret Atwood
“Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means.

Toast is me.

I am toast.”
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
tags: toast

Scott Lynch
“A glass poured to air for the one who sits with us unseen; the patron and protector, the Crooked Warden, the Father of Necessary Pretexts.

Thanks for deep pockets poorly guarded.

Thanks for watchmen asleep at their posts.

Thanks for the city to nurture us and the night to hide us.

Thanks for friends to help us spend the loot.”
Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side ..."

(Englishman in New York)”
Sting, Nothing Like the Sun

William Shakespeare
“I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth”
William Shakespeare, Macbeth

J. Robert Oppenheimer
“To the confusion of our enemies.”
J. Robert Oppenheimer
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Jacqueline Carey
“Hear, hear.' Sister Martha hoisted her water glass. 'Let the rigid stick of self-righteousness be dislodged from her very uptight ass.'
Father Ramon coughed.
'A-fucking-men,' Loup supplied helpfully.”
Jacqueline Carey, Santa Olivia

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mincepies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

Jennifer Lane
“Friendship is the best kind of ship.”
Jennifer Lane, Streamline

Julia Quinn
“Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.”
Julia Quinn, How to Marry a Marquis

Shon Mehta
“May you drink so much that you lose your fear, but not so much that you lose your mind.

May you eat so much that you gain your strength, but not so much that you lose your shape.”
Shon Mehta, The Timingila

John M. Ford
“Askade took the battertoast, looked at it blearily. "I can't rewire it into a death ray without some extra parts," he said, and took a bite. "Hm. Tastes okay. What's the problem?”
John M. Ford, How Much for Just the Planet?

E.L. Konigsburg
“Had she been born 500 years sooner, Raphael would have chosen her as a model for his cherubs. Tendrils of bright red hair framed her face, a spray of freckles powdered her nose, and she was as plump as a perfectly ripened peach. Raphael probably would have painted out the freckles, and that would have been a mistake. Like brushing cinnamon off cinnamon toast.”
E. L. Konigsburg

Henry Green
“I got the idea of Loving from a manservant in the Fire Service during the war. He was serving with me in the ranks, and he told me he had once asked the elderly butler who was over him what the old boy most liked in the world. The reply was: ‘Lying in bed on a summer morning, with the window open, listening to the church bells, eating buttered toast with cunty fingers.’ I saw the book in a flash.”
Henry Green

James Ponti
“Once you're certain about something, you no longer question it. And if you don't question what you think you know, then you'll only ever see the big things and TOAST is worthless to you."
"Let me get this straight," she replied. "You're saying that big things, like everybody believing something, block the important details from view.”
James Ponti, Framed!

Cassandra Clare
“He lifted a glass. Ragnor and Catarina did not join him, but Magnus was happy to make the toast on his own.
"To adventure," he said, and drank.”
Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

Douglas Adams
“Now," said Benjy mouse, "to business."
Ford and Zaphod clinked their glasses together.
"To business!" they said.
"I beg your pardon?" said Benjy.
Ford looked round.
"Sorry, I thought you were proposing a toast," he said.”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Eudora Welty
“When one of us (children) caught measles or whooping cough and we were isolated in bad upstairs, we wrote notes to each other perhaps on the hour. Our devoted mother would pass them for us, after first running them in a hot oven to kill the germs. They came into our hands curled up and warm, sometimes scorched like toast.”
Eudora Welty, On Writing

C.S. Lewis
“There was a nice brown egg, lightly boiled, for each of them, and then sardines on toast, and then buttered toast, and then toast with honey, and then a sugar-topped cake. And when Lucy was tired of eating, the Faun began to talk. He had wonderful tales to tell of life in the forest. He told about the midnight dances and how the Nymphs who lived in the wells and the Dryads who lived in the trees came out to dance with the Fauns; about long hunting parties after the milk-white stag who could give you wishes if you caught him; about feasting and treasure-seeking with the wild Red Dwarfs in deep mines and caverns far beneath the forest floor; and then about summer when the woods were green and old Silenus on his fat donkey would come to visit them, and sometimes Bacchus himself, and then the streams would run with wine instead of water and the whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end.”
C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Talismanist Giebra
“Enjoy the wine, don’t spill the night…”
Talismanist Giebra, Talismanist: Fragments of the Ancient Fire. Philosophy of Fragmentism Series.

Andrzej Sapkowski
“To Milva the Archer.' Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup, 'To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist, he entertained the travelers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake, and to Angoulême whom i never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. My they have in the beyond, plenty of whatever they were short of on earth. And may their names live forever in songs and tales. Let us drink to them.”
Andrzej Sapkowski, The Complete Witcher

Steven  Rowley
“We bring champagne to Franklin and Jeffrey, and I offer a final toast, 'Wishing you all good things in your life together.' Short, simple, to the point.
I look at Meredith, relaxed in her ivory gown, my sister is all grown up. I'm grateful we did our growing up together.”
Steven Rowley, Lily and the Octopus

Lisa Kleypas
“They took Daisy to the orangery, where warm autumn light glittered through the windows, and the scents of citrus and bay hung thick in the air. Removing Daisy's heavy orange-blossom wreath and veil, Lillian set them aside on a chair.
There was a silver tray on a nearby table, laden with a bottle of chilled champagne and four tall crystal glasses.
"This is a special toast for you, dear," Lillian said, while Annabelle poured the sparkling liquid and handed the glasses out. "To your happy ending. Since you've had to wait for it longer than the rest of us, I'd say you deserve the entire bottle." She grinned. "But we're going to share it with you anyway."
Daisy curved her fingers around the crystal stem. "It should be a toast for all of us," she said. "After all, three years ago we had the worst marriage prospects imaginable. We couldn't even get an invitation to dance. And look how well things turned out."
"All it t-took was some devious behavior and a few scandals here and there," Evie said with a smile.
"And friendship," Annabelle added.
"To friendship," Lillian said, her voice suddenly husky.
And their four glasses clicked in one perfect moment.”
Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring

Penny Reid
“may all your children have kind hearts, quick wits, and green thumbs”
Penny Reid, Engagement and Espionage

“If you're going to be in a traffic jam, at least enjoy the flavor. Make some toast.”

Lauren Landish
“As i take my place at the microphone, a hot flash of nerves spikes, washing away my previous desire in an instant. But I speak from the heart, wishing my sister a lifetime of happiness and threatening her new husband with death and dismemberment if he so much as says one mean word to her. He smiles like I'm kidding, and I slash a line across my throat with my thumb to show that I'm dead serious.”
Lauren Landish, My Big Fat Fake Honeymoon

Matt Haig
“In one life she only ate toast.”
Matt Haig, The Midnight Library
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James Lee Burke
“May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
James Lee Burke, A Private Cathedral

Amy Thomas
“Every once in a while at a restaurant, the dish you order looks so good, you don't even know where to begin tackling it. Such are HOME/MADE's scrambles. There are four simple options- my favorite is the smoked salmon, goat cheese, and dill- along with the occasional special or seasonal flavor, and they're served with soft, savory home fries and slabs of grilled walnut bread. Let's break it down:
The scramble: Monica, who doesn't even like eggs, created these sublime scrambles with a specific and studied technique. "We whisk the hell out of them," she says, ticking off her methodology on her fingers. "We use cream, not milk. And we keep turning them and turning them until they're fluffy and in one piece, not broken into bits of egg."
The toast: While the rave-worthiness of toast usually boils down to the quality of the bread, HOME/MADE takes it a step further. "The flame char is my happiness," the chef explains of her preference for grilling bread instead of toasting it, as 99 percent of restaurants do. That it's walnut bread from Balthazar, one of the city's best French bakeries, doesn't hurt.
The home fries, or roasted potatoes as Monica insists on calling them, abiding by chefs' definitions of home fries (small fried chunks of potatoes) versus hash browns (shredded potatoes fried greasy on the griddle) versus roasted potatoes (roasted in the oven instead of fried on the stove top): "My potatoes I've been making for a hundred years," she says with a smile (really, it's been about twenty). The recipe came when she was roasting potatoes early on in her career and thought they were too bland. She didn't want to just keep adding salt so instead she reached for the mustard, which her mom always used on fries. "It just was everything," she says of the tangy, vinegary flavor the French condiment lent to her spuds. Along with the new potatoes, mustard, and herbs de Provence, she uses whole jacket garlic cloves in the roasting pan. It's a simple recipe that's also "a Zen exercise," as the potatoes have to be continuously turned every fifteen minutes to get them hard and crispy on the outside and soft and billowy on the inside.”
Amy Thomas, Brooklyn in Love: A Delicious Memoir of Food, Family, and Finding Yourself

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