Quotes About Lunch

I have a full Tuscan lunch and dinner every day in my home; my husband's a fantastic chef.

Lunch was my favorite part at school.

Lunch is usually a salad or a sandwich. If I'm on set, I'll have catering, but I'm well behaved with that stuff. It's easy to go crazy - they know how to feed you.

I just go to lunch. And I never know when something is going into the file and something is not.

My mornings go by so fast I forget breakfast. Lunch - that's turned out to be my biggest meal. I like tuna fish with low-fat mayonnaise and celery, egg whites and garlic. It's delish.

Breakfast would be, like, egg whites with tomatoes, turkey sausage and feta cheese. Then for lunch I'd have salmon and spinach or something like that.

I did imitations of anyone who came to my parents' house, and that was my identity at school - if there were ten minutes to lunch, and the teacher was done with the lesson, he'd say, 'Okay, Leo, get up there and do something.'

I've now been doing this for ten years, and I actually got to skip a stage of going to casting directors, and now I meet with the directors, either for lunch or an audition room, and I still read sides; you're never going to get around that, but I'm not the best person to go on an audition.

For lunch, I tend to eat leftovers. I'm always recipe testing, so I tend to enjoy whatever is left in the fridge. I'm a big snacker, too.

James' hot lunch was watery mash, peas and a rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.

Bennie wiped her greasy fingers on a napkin

Other kids get white rice, but the food you give us makes it look like we're living a subsistence life." "I buy white rice for the New Year's Festival," I said, stung. Then, defensively, "I often put barley in your lunch –" "Which is even more embarrassing, because that means we're really poor." "What a lucky child you are to say that. You don't know what poor means –

Food court at the mall, 11:30 tomorrow. Order something expensive.

Ours was a family in which everybody was constantly reading, and where literature, politics, history, and the events of the prize ring were discussed at breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

And what would you like, Sharie? asked Miss Mush. What do you have? asked Sharie. Potato salad. What else is there? asked Sharie. Nothing said Miss Mush. Okay said Sharie. I'll have that. Potato salad? asked Miss Mush. No,nothing. said Sharie.

Christopher Columbus's favorite vegetable?" asked the lunch lady. Deedee knew that one. "Cabbage!

Dameon. "You are the greatest!" He ate Joy's lunch, an old bologna sandwich and a dried-up carrot.

turkey sandwich, piece of chocolate cake, apple, and Tootsie Roll pop tasted like Miss Mush's porridge.

That looks feasible. What do you want for lunch? Cake, sandwiches, fruit, and coffee will be all that is necessary, I suppose? Oh, dear, no! We must have cold tongue and chicken, French chocolate and ice cream, besides. The girls are used to such things, and I want my lunch to be proper and elegant, though I do work for my living.

but when I told her they didn't cost one penny and were very nutritious (I made that part up, but I'm sure it must be true), she ate them up. She packed them into her lunch pail this morning, and when I looked

One key to success is to have lunch at the time of day most people have breakfast.

Sorry," Mary said. "I had some errands to run." Pauline eyed her. It would be Pauline's way to say, No you didn't. It would be Pauline's way to refuse the decorum of the fib, to embrace the painful honesty. It would be her way to say, You just didn't feel like having lunch with me. Which would have been true, of course. And no less embarrassing, regrettable, awkward, no less vigorously denied, because it was true.

Adele," she mouthed. Mary looked up, she couldn't help it, toward the desk where Adele sat, her back to them, her dirty blond hair draped perfectly over her lovely shoulders. "Rita," another girl from the office, "saw them both," Pauline whispered. "At lunch." She

A naked lunch is natural to us We eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don't hide the madness.