I’ll do whatever it takes to win games, whether it’s sitting on a bench waving a towel, handing a cup of water to a teammate, or hitting the game-winning shot.

If I am a cup maker, I’m interested in making the best cup I possibly can. My effort goes into that cup, not what people think about it.

Question for your life: If there were a fountain machine that dispensed destruction instead of soda, would you grab an extra large cup?

I asked for a small drink, but he didn’t ask me what cup size. What, will a small not fit in a large?

No! I’m not ready, this is still my first cup of coffee!

Prose Poems from my book SPANOBSERVATIONSo, we may not be able to explain the world. Not exactly. But we can accept it, and love it. We can turn our faces to the light and examine...

My cup is yellowOr not, though not’sImpossibleIt’s yellow

True freedom is an empty cup, because it can be filled with anything. Freedom sounds great, until someone hands it to you, and then it just makes you thirsty.

Life is a beautiful and endless journey in search of the perfect cup.

We made love like water makes life, and thinking about it makes me so horny I’m thirsty. My cup runneth over, but if I want to play, I have to protect myself with a jockstrap.

I like cup holders—in cars, as well as in jockstraps. I would have played football, but the only helmet I had belonged to a bicycle that coach said was illegal on the field.

You can’t drink from the cup while you’re filling it up.

They should make cell phones that are dishwasher safe. My cup runneth over—especially since both our drinks are in one glass because I’m too lazy to load the shotgun.

Leading my country out at the World Cup was something I’ll never forget.

I just bought a small condo overlooking the water. The water is in a cup, one floor below my unit.

Sometimes the dustiest cover hides the best book. Sometimes the best cup is chipped.

People think coffee can be drunk with or without cream and sugar, but coffee can be drunk more ways than that. Coffee can be drunk awake or asleep, and coffee can be drunk by the...

I couldn’t find my cup of tea.So probably, I’ve been simply taking a sip from everyone else’s cup. May be it shouldn’t matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?

Time does have a way of softening most things. Anger, hate, and even loss are often diluted by the passage of time. And memories, well they become more precious as days go by . ....

For you the cup isn’t half full or half empty, you’re always topping it up.

The cup was empty, but I didn’t drink it because nothing is impossible to drink. So instead, I drank nothing. Nothing is impossible to drink, except nothing.