“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?

Man cannot live by coffee alone, but he will give it a damn good try.

Will this coffee get me an Oscar?

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.

Decision making, like coffee, needs a cooling process.

If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

I hope someday to make you all a cup of coffee. Alright, peace.