I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.
The coffee was boiling over a charcoal fire, and large slices of bread and butter were piled one upon the other like deals in a lumber yard.
A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army.
In New York I pretty much live in diners – I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.
Strong coffee, much strong coffee, is what awakens me. Coffee gives me warmth, waking, an unusual force and a pain that is not without very great pleasure.
Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?
When the going gets tough, the tough take a coffee break.
Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren’t prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.
To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one’s fling from time to time, smoke one’s pipe, and drink one’s coffee in peace.
Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?
Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.
Given enough coffee I could rule the world.
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
That’s something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.
What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup.
People don’t think of their office as a workplace anymore. They think of it as a stationary store with Danish. You want to get your pastry, your envelopes, your supplies, your toilet paper, six cups of coffee, and you go home.
It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.
Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night’s pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?