“I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.”

Sometimes she wished for someone she could tell about her problems, just to be able to say, ‘I’m in love with a man and I can’t have him.’ But that would only lead to questions she couldn’t answer, so she kept the secret and the pain inside, hoping someday she would no longer feel as if half of her were missing.

Do you know what it is to be a man violently in love? To live for a woman’s smiles and laughter, to hunger for her touch until life itself seems impossible without it, to desire her as you desire to breathe?

No matter how much strong black coffee we drink, almost any after- dinner speech will counteract it.

That’s what they do in Argentina. Have a little wine and talk. Then have some coffee and talk. Then, go back to the wine.

Why don’t you have a cup of coffee at least? I, um, I’m a little low in sugar and I don’t have any cream, but it’s real coffee.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?…Was ever anything so civil?

People don’t stop eating, and they don’t stop drinking coffee.

From the coffee bars of Camden to the gin joints of Norfolk – across Britain, a revolution is brewing. And no, it’s not John McDonnell’s bitter socialist hooch. It’s a generation growing up with an entirely different view of the world – free thinking, optimistic and hungry for success.

Moving from chair to chair, from coffee machine to coffee machine is the limit of my action in most films. But I enjoy being cast in them because I love watching them.

In the coffee houses, in the government buildings, in boats of Lake Geneva, people look at their watches and take refuge in time.