The relationship between a perfect cup of coffee and a writer is just like the couple who always standby and feel proud of being committed to each other.

12 million Gertrudes agree—their name isn’t Gertrude. I know, because I asked them out to coffee, and only one responded. She said yes to coffee—and no to me.

I drink coffee like steam is the ghost of dead water. Ever tried inhaling the afterlife?

I added five shots to my coffee, because that’s all the bullets my magazine can hold.

A swimming pool full of coffee would be great to jump in first thing in the morning. After all, people often call me the Molly Brown of the Brown-water Bathtub. Also, I hate ice in...

His last name is either Groves or Graves or whatever the hell I wrote, trees or cemetery. We drank coffee like two people who should have been three.

I’m listening.

Buy the town, and rent the politician. Politicians are refillable, like empty cups of coffee.

If you’re ever in a ghost town, it’s only appropriate to visit the cemetery. Also, ever thought that coffee’s steam is the rising soul of your dead sleep?

Coffee is for lovers. So if you don’t drink coffee, you must be asexual, and I’d love to study your mating ritual.

Till such time that there are strong men in this world, a woman would prefer strong coffee!

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 love being domestic: making coffee, just putting on a record, and just sitting, not doing anything. It’s so great.

I am not addicted to coffee, it find it’s way every morning.

I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.

Descendants of de Clieu’s original plant were also proliferating in the region, in Haiti, Cuba, Costa Rica, and Venezuela. Ultimately, Brazil became the world’s dominant coffee supplier, leaving Arabia far behind.