Quotes About Coffee

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Coffee? I make a mean decaf cappuccino.

Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.

Cops before breakfast. Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

I first suspected something was amiss when I exited the coffee shop on Greenup Street and was knocked down by a herd of bison.

Did you know that Lincoln liked popcorn, and oysters, and a good strong cup of coffee?

No coffee worth drinking requires cream.

Odio profundamente el café de Starbucks

I'd kill for a cup of coffee." "They'll probably give us coffee if we give them money. No bloodshed necessary," he said

At Rainbow Cake, January's special flavors would be dark chocolate and coffee, those pick-me-ups we all needed to start the day- or a new year. To me, their toasty-toasty flavors said that even if you only had a mere handful of beans and your life went up in flames, you could still create something wonderful. A little trial by fire could do you good. After all, if it worked so well with raw cacao and coffee beans, it could work for others, including me.

I didn't know until I licked the mocha buttercream from my third devil's food cupcake that this was the flavor of starting over- dark chocolate with that take-charge undercurrent of coffee. I could actually taste it, feel it. And now I craved it.

She hands him his coffee; crosses to the doorway; motes of dust flutter nervously in her wake.

Before I started Coffee of Grace, I assumed all coffee came from Latin America or Indonesia. I wasn't familiar with African coffee.

I think there's as much violence, in a way, as a scene with two women having a cup of coffee in a Ruth Rendell novel - in terms of emotional violence and the violence you can inflict with language - as there is in the most graphic kind of serial killer/slasher novel you can think of.

I make a mean cup of coffee, if you give me the right ingredients.

Three hundred years ago, during the Age of Enlightenment, the coffee house became the center of innovation.

I always ask for fresh coffee because instant doesn't give you the caffeine buzz you need.

It is an intern's job to go for coffee for anyone who asks, preferably delivering it scalding hot and cupped in your bare hands!

when he smiled, of course, he looked so young . . . No wonder she was getting this under-the-eyelashes treatment, she decided; the bastard was probably a Scorpio, trying to take her prisoner. She gave him the rest of her coffee.

As a system administrator, it's in your best interest to befriend data center technicians and bribe them with coffee, caffeinated soft drinks, and alcoholic beverages

She told herself she didn't need breakfast, and ignoring her rumbling tummy, reached for the coffee jar. She flicked on the radio and spooned some instant into a mug, searching her fridge for milk. Someone further along the towpath was frying bacon. The bastard.

She drank sweet coffee, sweet tea, sweet cocoa and sweet sherry.

El café debía ser caliente como el amor, dulce como el pecado y negro como el infierno.

I knocked a cup of coffee over one day and took it up with a knife. It was frozen solid before I could reach a mop. [In her kitchen in central Wisconsin in winter.]