#coffee

My problem is I'm an addictive personality. I can't have one coffee. I can't eat one piece of chocolate. ↗

— Guy Pearce

#chocolate #coffee #eat #i #personality

But I love New York. I used to set my alarm clock when I was there, and get up at 4am and get a coffee, just because I could. ↗

— Gail Porter

#because #clock #coffee #could #get

Write a lot. And finish what you write. Don't join writer's clubs and go sit around having coffee reading pieces of your manuscript to people. Write it. Finish it. I set those rules up years ago, and nothing's changed. ↗

— Jerry Pournelle

#around #changed #clubs #coffee #finish

I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon. ↗

— Ronald Reagan

#awake #coffee #drink #drink coffee #find

Starbucks goes to a great effort, and pays twice as much for its coffee as its competitors do, and is very careful to help coffee producers in developing countries grow coffee without pesticides and in ways that preserve forest structure. ↗

— Jared Diamond

#coffee #competitors #countries #developing #effort

I am a coffee fanatic. Once you go to proper coffee, you can't go back. You cannot go back. ↗

— Hugh Laurie

#back #cannot #coffee #fanatic #go

Coffee gives me bad breath. ↗

— Norah Jones

#bad breath #breath #coffee #gives #me

Chicago is constantly auditioning for the world, determined that one day, on the streets of Barcelona, in Berlin's cabarets, in the coffee shops of Istanbul, people will know and love us in our multidimensional glory, dream of us the way they dream of San Francisco and New York. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#barcelona #berlin #chicago #coffee #constantly

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#big #bottles #breakfast #coffee #cream

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? ↗

— Karen Blixen

#coffee