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“[Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He threw it on the ground behind him and kept running.
“Bread crumbs?� Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him.
“Bread crumbs,â€� Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Fairy tales give it to us straight. They tell us something profound and essential - that the woods are real, and dark, and full of wolves. That we will, at times, find ourselves hopelessly lost in them. But these tales also tell us that we are all that we need, that we have all we need - guts, smarts, and maybe a pocketful of breadcrumbs - to find our way home.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Stepsister

“Children don't understand, when things aren't given. The single parent struggling to provide; how they sacrifice themselves, by sweeping their dreams and goals under the table, just to bring bread and beans on the table.”
― Anthony Liccione

“It is my belief that almost anyone can be had with breadcrumbs. For if you leave a trail of the right variety, your prey will come straight to you.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Nature can destroy us in a blink. We live on only at its pleasure.”
― Anne Ursu, Breadcrumbs

“Now, the world is more than it seems to be. You know this, of course, because you read stories.”
― Anne Ursu, Breadcrumbs

“Tonight's lesson was a breadcrumb cake, and the idea that so many Italian desserts were less about being impressive---as so many French recipes were---than about being resourceful. "After all," I said, "tiramisu is just cookies dipped in coffee and liqueur, layered with custard."
For the breadcrumb cake, I walked them through how to make the breadcrumbs. "There's no sense in buying breadcrumbs, not in that quantity."
We sliced the crusts off of the bread together, toasted the slices lightly, and ran the bread through the food processor.
Afterward, we grated the dark chocolate, peeled and sliced the pears, cracked eggs, and measured cream. The thick batter came together quickly, and we placed them into the ovens.
While the cakes baked, I walked them through the pasta fritta alla Siracusa, the angel-hair pasta twirls fried in a shallow amount of oil. We boiled up the pasta, then stirred together honey and candied orange before chopping pistachios and adding some cinnamon.
One by one, they dropped the knotted pasta into the oil and cooked them on both sides. After draining them, we drizzled the honey mixture over the top, followed by a sprinkle of the pistachios and cinnamon.
The process of frying the pasta bundles, one by one, kept everyone busy until the breadcrumb cakes finished baking.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Together at the Table

“Breadcrumbs

And your doubt can become
Your ally, your fierce reminder
Of every blackened backroad
Every barren stream and
Every long moment
you stumbled through life
in red shoes the size of thimbles
Shoes that cut the arches
Of your white feet and
Told you to
accept only breadcrumbs.
Never to gulp the hungry air
Or open the shutters in your chest
To reveal your lionheart
Your doubts used to be the tales
You spoke into dark stars under
The bright gaze of Venus
No more, dear heart.

No more.”
― Shavawn M. Berry, Evanescent Creature: Poems & Meditations

“A Venus in Pisces and yet here am I, On my knees for a mere breadcrumb, Accepting attention from another manipulative narcissist, Anything to no longer feel numb.”
― Frances Woodard, Strings Of Fate