The French don't know how to cook breakfast.
In most of the world, breakfast is an important meal.
I'm actually not really a breakfast person.
I hope this doesn't sound harsh, but if you're not constantly craving breakfast every second of every day, you're not a real American. Y'know what, let's throw the Canadians in there, too.
Breakfast is the one meal at which it is permissible to read the paper.
I love the breakfast culture - I opt for the French platter.
One should not attend even the end of the world without a good breakfast.
There are many things to admire about Japan but this is the one thing I love the most and probably the only time I eat breakfast. Fish, eggs, soup, salad, veggies; all in the tiniest bites. It's a full meal, but it's so refreshing.
I come from the era when that continental stuff, the skimmed yogurt and a croissant, was a healthy start to the day.
I still think the best classic meal in New York is a coffee-shop breakfast - you sort of can't skip it.
I have a lot of Missoni tablecloths, but for breakfast, we use placemats - we call them 'American-style.' I have some in crazy patterns from the Swedish brand Svenskt Tenn. And I like plates from Grottaglie in Puglia, stained in wild colors.
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
It takes some skill to spoil a breakfast - even the English can't do it.
You can be a couple in London who happen to take pictures of their breakfasts every day - it's called @symmetrybreakfast - and you can gain hundreds of thousands of followers overnight because people are genuinely interested in your unique angle on the world.
