full English breakfast,” which consisted of tea, orange juice, cookies, oatmeal, granola, berries, bananas, croissants, grapes, pineapples, prunes, yogurt, five kinds of cold cereal, eggs, hash browns, back bacon, sausage, smoked salmon, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans,...

God gave man feet for which to walk. And crush grapes. Can I get you a glass of wine? It’s homemade, though it kind of smells funky.

I don’t want my love with her to wither like grapes on a vine, so I’ll water it with romance to turn it into wine.

The winter will be short, the summer long,The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.

People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach.

My love, suddenlyyour hipis the curve of the wineglassfilled to the brim,your breast is the cluster,your hair the light of alcohol,your nipples, the grapesyour navel pure sealstamped on your barrel of a belly,and your love...

The postgrad at least knew enough to know that he would never know enough, lying under the stars which hung from the inky sky like bunches of inconceivably heavy, lustrous grapes, dusted with the yeast...

Ceres wanted a united front in the plant war.””The plant war,” Percy said. “You’re going to arm all the little grapes with tiny assault rifles?

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.