Meditation is intermittent fasting for the mind. Too much sugar leads to a heavy body, and too many distractions lead to a heavy mind. Time spent undistracted and alone, in self-examination, journaling, meditation, resolves the...

I do like my sugar at night, but I try to keep it to a minimum.

Sugar Ray wouldn’t give me a rematch, and that’s the reason I walked away from boxing.

I’ll tug at your breasts like a thirsty child. Try not to burn your nipples in my hot coffee. While you’re at it, I also like sugar in my coffee.

For breakfast I want a bowl of sugar with some corn flakes sprinkled on top. Then I want to make sweet love to you.

Self-help and those stupid proverbs, they do nothing. Soul food? It’s like trying to cure starvation with a sugar cube. It might taste sweet on the lips but once it dissolves, the emptiness is still...

Save the sugar for some other girl. This one’s had it up to here with people in general.

The reason why salt and sugar are known to be sweet is that they season other things. Care to share and dare to do it every day!

Let’s make Kool-Aid together. I’ll bring the Kool-Aid and the sugar, if you water down the sex.

When you find yourself pushing through and using caffeine or sugar to keep going, this is the time to listen to your innate ultradian rhythm and take a rest.

I sipped my own coffee, heavy on the sugar and cream, trying to make up for the late work the night before. Caffeine and sugar, the two basic food groups.

All men are created Equal. Some just have more Splenda.

I like my women like I like my sugar—refined. Actually, I like my sugar natural, like my mannequin sex.

Through the discovery of Buchner, Biology was relieved of another fragment of mysticism. The splitting up of sugar into CO2 and alcohol is no more the effect of a ‘vital principle’ than the splitting up...

I decline the coffee. I don’t drink it, because no matter how much sugar I put into it, it still tastes like ass-water to me. Maybe it’s because my taste buds are so desensitized to...

Some people snort cocaine. I snort powdered love. It’s like powdered sugar, only sweeter.

I work as a husband, but I’m also trying to get employment as a neighbor. Sugar anyone?

Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?

I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.

Sugar cane” dreams should find the environment where there is flooding of great ideas from great people. It will die off if it is planted at the place where the drought of discouragement is a...

I want a coffee machine that runs on gasoline and drives me to work. We can make love in the backseat, next to the cream and sugar.

I drink coffee like a civilized man—alone in a cave, wearing a loincloth, and grunting in frustration because my club is too thick to fit in my cup to stir in the sugar.

The three most harmful addictions are heroin, carbohydrates, and a monthly salary.

I have a coffee table, but I don’t like it. I think it could use some more cream and sugar. Plus, it’s entirely too liquid to be a functional piece of furniture.

Out of love I made you a cake. Also out of milk, eggs, flour, sugar, and vanilla.

Perhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.

If there are no spots on a sugar cube then I’ve just put a dice in my tea.

Her hair was the color of coffee without cream, and she fell in love with me when I poured sugar on her. Probably.

A man should be more original than a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. Flowers die and sugar sticks to your hips like a permanent record to a criminal.

I’m not rich in paper money, I’m rich in packets of sugar. Actually, I’m richer, because at least the packets of sugar have some real value.

Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to “season” people.

I bought a five-pound sack of sugar. Now I just need to buy a cup of coffee to dump it in.

I’d pour the Milky Way in my morning coffee, just to wake up my inner universe. Your love is all the sugar I’d need.

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...

Too much alleged ‘fantasy’ is just empty sugar, life with the crusts cut off.

Love is something to be treated with awe. Or should it be aww? People don’t know my capacity for love. If you tried to bottle it up, I’m sure it would take at least three...

When I was a little kid I had a very different meaning of life; simple like a cup of tea with sugar and a piece of cake, today the whole world doesn’t give me that...

My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we...

I need love. Here’s a list of other things I need: eggs, butter, flour, and sugar. I’m making a cake for the woman I love—and another one for my lover.

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

I hope when people ask what you’re going to do with your English degree and/or creative writing degree you’ll say: ‘Continue my bookish examination of the contradictions and complexities of human motivation and desire;’ or...

My I love you was a measured response, like one gallon of coffee in one cup of sugar. It was just overflowing with an awakening of my soul.