I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.
I think if I were a woman I'd wear coffee as a perfume.
No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.
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.
Coffee makes us severe, and grave and philosophical.
Given enough coffee I could rule the world
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfect!
If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.
Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.
He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.
I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.
I would rather suffer with coffee than be senseless.
Without my morning coffee I'm just like a dried up piece of roast goat.
Way too much coffee. But if it weren't for the coffee, I'd have no identifiable personality whatsoever.
Like everyone else who makes the mistake of getting older, I begin each day with coffee and obituaries.
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.'
or simply:
