If I had a free afternoon, I would play music, sit in my backyard, and drink coffee.
I went to a nutritionist my diet is pretty clean, but I wanted to get some more knowledge and understanding in some areas. My two favorite things, Clif Bars and lattes, she just destroyed in our first meeting. Coffee is fine, but soy is the most genetically modified food that we eat.
My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee, eating porridge and reading the paper at a local cafe.
When I have supped too heavily of an evening, I drink in the morning a large number of cups of coffee, and that as hot as I can drink it, so that the sweat breaks out on me, and if by so doing I can’t restore my body, a whole apothecary’s shop couldn’t do much, and that is the only thing I have done for years when I have felt a fever.
If this is coffee, please bring me some tea but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.
Blind dates are treacherous. You don’t know who this person is. You wonder, ‘Should I call my grandma during coffee to get out of this?’
For four to six months at a time, I would barely eat. I lived on a diet of Melba toast, carrots, and black coffee.
My breakfast is usually a wholegrain cereal or porridge, with walnuts sprinkled in it, berries, a tablespoon of honey, and chia seeds. I have coffee and a little cherry juice with seltzer. I have a seat by the window, and I look out at the view.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
I like to write in coffee shops in countries in which languages I do not speak are spoken. That way, you’re surrounded by the buzz of humanity, but you aren’t distracted by people’s conversations.
To say the Internet is the death of books and movies is like saying someone invented a new, more efficient kind of cup and it heralds the death of coffee – a new improved form of carrying something, which is essentially what the Internet is, should be helpful to our business.
You don’t want to keep giving yourself a sugar spike and then crash and get exhausted and need coffee because you shoot for a long time. On set, I eat a lot of peanut butter and apples, things that have actual energy and protein in them to keep me going.
I found ‘The Twin’ sitting on a coffee table at a writers’ colony in 2009. It carried praise from J.M. Coetzee. That seemed ample justification for using it to avoid my own writing. I finished it – weeping – a day later, and I’ve been puzzling over its powerful hold on me ever since.
I believe in working with your morning brain – you have your coffee, and then maybe you’ll start thinking about the grand plan and what’s going to happen in the next arc, and then you write for a while, and then you get really dreamy, and over the course of the day or in the middle of the night, something comes, and you just throw it in!
In order to satirize adequately, I think you need to bring people down to Earth and be like, ‘Yeah, these people drink coffee and have tummy troubles and they go to the bathroom like anybody else, and they all have relationship problems, if they even have relationships.’
If you disagree with the way a colleague did something, call him up, invite him out for a coffee, talk about it. But don’t do it publicly.
When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called ‘Dead End.’ The name kind of described us. People liked us we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.
My workday begins around 11 A.M., with a cup of black coffee in each hand. If I had more hands, there would be more coffee.
I try to do things that make me feel good. I go to yoga classes, drink a lot of water, eat healthily and keep things like alcohol and coffee to weekends. I don’t overdo anything.
I’m obsessed with Starbucks seasonal flavors. I love their seasonal cups. I love their pumpkin-flavored coffee. I love that. I absolutely love, love, love Starbucks seasonal everything.
I do not read newspaper comics unless they happen to be out when I visit my parents, but I follow several online comics, which I check every morning while I drink my coffee and wake up for the day.
The coffee shop is a great New York institution, but it has terrible coffee. And the more traditional coffee shops are trying to catch up with more sophisticated coffee drinkers.
Happiness is actually found in simple things, such as taking my nephew around the island by bicycle or seeing the stars at night. We go to coffee shops or see airplanes land at the airport.
During my breakdown, many things, tiny things I had not even registered before, had begun to torment me with guilt. I used to steal Splenda from Starbucks. I would go into a Starbucks whenever I needed the sweetener and would take a fistful of packets, even when I didn’t buy a coffee.
My husband and I were very addicted to our Nespresso coffee maker. It’s incredibly un-eco friendly. Not only is the coffee not organic, you’re using these pods where there is no way to recycle them. We gave it away to someone who didn’t mind.
Everyone thinks I have a coffee plantation in Sierra Leone, but I have a cashew crop project. I wrote about a woman who owns a coffee plantation! When you are talking about a woman writer coming from a hot country, there’s a complete assumption that she is writing about her own life.
I had a respected SF writer call me ‘girlie’ and demand that I get him a coffee, before the panel we were on together.
My first car was a Holden Commodore station wagon. I can’t remember much more about it than that – it was coffee colored, and I think it was four cylinders, so it was really quite weak, but very safe for a young man to be driving.
I had a job when I was 15 working at a supermarket, and I knocked over a stack of plastic coffee cups. In my anger, I threw one at a concrete wall, and it rebounded back into my head and cut my head open. Stupidest way to get a scar, but it’s one that I have.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard.
I served seven years as the chair of the Princeton economics department where I had responsibility for major policy decisions, such as whether to serve bagels or doughnuts at the department coffee hour.
Like everyone else who makes the mistake of getting older, I begin each day with coffee and obituaries.
I got invited to the Playboy Mansion with the Lonely Island guys after their first season on ‘SNL,’ and I sat in the corner drinking coffee and talking to Akiva Schaffer about what aspect ratio he was going to shoot ‘Hot Rod’ in. Like, that’s what we talk about.
I’m the only one in Tulsa, Oklahoma, that has Final Draft on my computer. Then you show up and go to any coffee shop in L.A., and there are a hundred people your age with Final Draft.
I’d stand on a coffee table, and my cousin Edith would give me dimes, and you put the dimes on your head… And when your forehead was full, show was over.
I get on Twitter, one of my routines during the day, if I’m home is, I wake up, get a cup of coffee, turn on the Weather Channel and I’ll look at what people are saying to me on Twitter on my phone.
I began wearing hats as a young lawyer because it helped me to establish my professional identity. Before that, whenever I was at a meeting, someone would ask me to get coffee.
I used to smoke cigarettes, ten a day, but gave up when I was 28. Now my vice is several cups of coffee a day, which isn’t great if you’re prone to weak bones as I am, as caffeine can leach calcium.
Years ago, during a John Grisham phase, I tried to pinpoint exactly why I found Grisham’s often predictable legal thrillers quite so comforting. The best answer I could come up with was the frequency with which Grisham tells us that his lead characters are sipping coffee. When it comes to food and drink, predictability can console.
I have a group of cafes and coffee shops that I go to regularly. They usually have an area where I can plug in my computer and have a corner seat where I can do a couple hours of writing or whatever, even the noise of the surrounding people walking by. Those things are the things that stimulate me into writing.
I follow blogs, particularly all the main political ones – Guido Fawkes, Iain Dale, Coffee House, Paul Waugh, Iain Martin in the Wall Street Journal, and so on. And some American ones, like the Huffington Post, Gawker, Boing Boing or Eater and Daily Candy, also American, which are about where to go to eat.
I travel often, so my routine is always getting scrambled. But on a standard sort of day, I get up at 6, pack lunches, hustle the kids off to school, then brew a pot of coffee and head downstairs to the dungeon, as I call it: my cobwebby office in the basement.
Audrey was a princess, so natural, the camera really loved her… James and I kept each other company during all the rejections. We used to meet, have a cup of coffee and went from office to office to get work and never got work.
I tend to work in coffee shops. I need to get out of the house, and, well, I need the coffee.
I’m not a guy who needs to drink coffee or anything to get myself going in the morning. I wake up, and I’m full of energy.
I tend to write in coffee shops and restaurants with friends of mine because if I’m at home, I get distracted by the television or the cats or my husband, or… you know – all of those things that make it easy to procrastinate.
I can’t do coffee, but I can do Dr. Pepper.
When we drink a cup of coffee or spoon heated chicken noodle soup or chili out of a Styrofoam cup, we are also taking in small doses of chemicals that leach from the container. Heat activates this transfer, as does oil, acids and alcohol.
On the broad spectrum of solitude, I lean toward the extreme end: I work alone, as well as live alone, so I can pass an entire day without uttering so much as a hello to another human being. Sometimes a day’s conversation consists of only five words, uttered at the local Starbucks: ‘Large coffee with milk, please.’
America was the place that said, ‘It doesn’t matter where you come from, it doesn’t matter what your last name is, it doesn’t matter if you drink cortaditos, or lattes, or coffee with milk. Here, if you work hard, anything is possible.’
You have to eat right. That does not mean that I don’t drink Cuban coffee. That does not mean that I do not have two cigarettes a day – that’s what I’m down to. I drink wine – you know, I’m normal. But I do eat well.
I’m actually like a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop kind of guy. So I love the local shops that are kind of like one-off chains in Los Angeles, and I usually get a soy flat white.
On Common Culture, you’ll find coffee, clothing, and compilations. So many C’s!
I like light green, sometimes red is fun to look at, not a fan of yellow, unless it’s in a rainbow or on a coffee mug or on a happy face.
The alarm rings 4:45, again at 5, but I wake up 4:30 naturally. Shower, shave, orange juice, perk my own coffee, hear the news, and the CBS car arrives 5:30.
I eliminated coffee and fish from my diet. The pesticides in coffee and fish, as well as the mercury in the latter, are considered possible contributors to birth defects in fetal tissue.
I’m never going to apologize for having a lot of guy friends, and I always have. That happens, and I’m not going to live my life where I’m not going to go out and have a coffee or lunch with my guy friends.
One of the interesting things about being a female police officer in the ’60s is they really didn’t have opportunities to do any serious police work – they filed, and they made coffee, and they were treated like secretaries.
I have, like, two best friends, one that I grew up with who’s not an actor, and one that is an actor that lives near me in Wales, and they’re my friends. I don’t have any other friends, really, in the industry. I have acquaintances and people that I will go out for coffee with.
Coffee, one of the most widely consumed beverages in the world, contains a plethora of naturally-occurring compounds, including several classes of antioxidants.
Espresso, made by steam expressing finely ground coffee, is rich in flavor and aroma and chlorogenic acids, but not very concentrated at all in caffeine.
Coffee is already known to be a preventive factor against mild depression, Parkinson’s disease, and colon and rectal cancers.
I drink regular pour-over coffee, black. It’s all about the beans. I’m always stocked at home with single-origin coffees from around the world, never more than two weeks old, kept in airtight containers.
My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.
I get invited to do panels with other Brooklyn writers to discuss what it’s like to be a writer in Brooklyn. I expect it’s like writing in Manhattan, but there aren’t as many tourists walking very slowly in front of you when you step out for coffee. It’s like writing in Paris, but there are fewer people speaking French.
Now that I have a 16-month-old son, my weekend ritual has changed – but it’s better than ever. We get up early and go for a walk on one of the hiking trails near my home in Los Angeles, then meet up with friends at a diner. There’s nothing better than sipping coffee, eating scrambled eggs, and taking three hours to do it.
I consider myself a kind of a nerd, because when we go to the coffee shop in the mornings, we sit there in a very neat row with our laptops. It’s just like being at work, but with coffee and panini. And, of course, you don’t get paid.
Even a cup of coffee tastes so much sweeter because you’ve come once again out of the, literally, out of the edge of death, and that’s the condition I suppose that a lot of artists and writers would like to be in.
I’m intent on marketing Jamaica. Jamaica has the best coffee, the best sugar, the best ginger and some of the best cocoa in the world.
Eating rice cakes is like chewing on a foam coffee cup, only less filling.
Emotions are contagious. We’ve all known it experientially. You know after you have a really fun coffee with a friend, you feel good. When you have a rude clerk in a store, you walk away feeling bad.
I can only tell you that eggs, country ham, biscuits, a pot of coffee, a morning paper, a table by the window overlooking the veranda and putting green, listening to the idle chitchat of competitors, authors, wits and philosophers, hasn’t exactly been a torturous way to begin each day at the Masters all these years.
If it wasn’t for the coffee, I’d have no identifiable personality whatsover.
I like cappuccino, actually. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.
Basically, I start my morning off with a Bustelo coffee made in a mocha pot – the Bialetti. I warm some milk on the side, on my stove, and I add one teaspoon or half a teaspoon of real sugar. I have two of these every morning. Even when I was pregnant.
Karma is experience, and experience creates memory, and memory creates imagination and desire, and desire creates karma again. If I buy a cup of coffee, that’s karma. I now have that memory that might give me the potential desire for having cappuccino, and I walk into Starbucks, and there’s karma all over again.
I can definitely eat more of some candy than I should, so I have found that if I have coffee or a chai latte, it curbs the sugar craving.
So somebody told me that if I wasn’t a coffee drinker yet, by the end of college I’d have to be, because a math major is so tough I would have to stay up very late. I was going to need coffee to do that. Well, merely because they said that, I never drank coffee in college, never got addicted to it, never needed it.
I’d come to the country to do my Thoreau bit, so I needed an office that looked out onto the woods for inspiration. I converted one of the bedrooms into my workspace and through its windows watched the wildlife appear each morning with the sunrise. Many were the days I would sit in wonder, coffee in hand, for hours.
I rise near dawn, make a strong cup of coffee, wander to my desk and come fully awake by reading something written the day before.
If I were running a campaign, I’d urge taking the mountain of money reportedly squandered on pizza, coffee and bagels and spending it more wisely – on a talented young comedy writer.
I love cranberry juice, but I’m not a coffee drinker – as a Mormon, I avoid caffeine.
If you have people who are high-performing working for you, it’s so easy to do your job. Otherwise, you can’t even agree on the time of the meeting or who will bring the coffee.
I developed my taste for coffee at five, staying with my grandmother in Connecticut.
It’s really hard to get a coffee with someone. I have to call my agent, my agent calls their agent, their agent calls their manager, the manager calls back, the actor sends someone to the manager… then you get, ‘Yeah, yeah, I’d love to have dinner at six,’ and all I wanted was coffee! It can take, like, six days to get coffee.
Food trends don’t just drive the obvious things, like cupcakes or cronuts, but something as elemental as your daily cup of coffee. The way you have that coffee now is probably very different from the way you had it ten years ago, and it’ll probably be very different in ten years. That has a huge impact, culturally and economically.
In all honesty, my favorite place to write is an anonymous, cheap hotel in a city or town where nobody knows me, the wireless service is spotty, and the adjoining gas station has coffee, beer and junk food.
Exercise is important, but exercise in a gym is not important. Go and take a walk outside. Skip the umpteenth coffee date and go for a hike instead. Take the stairs. Walk your errands.
You go into any doughnut shop and look at three cops having coffee, I guarantee I look like one of them.
London has such an unbelievable respect for theater, where L.A. does not. You go to a play here, and the dude next to you is sleeping. In London, if you’re not in your seat when it starts, they lock the door. In Los Angeles, you can stroll into school late with a cup of coffee. In London, you get your butt to class on time.
When you wash your hands, when you make a cup of coffee, when you’re waiting for the elevator – instead of indulging in thinking, these are all opportunities for being there as a still, alert presence.
Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.
In my tradition, one must wait until one has learned a lot of Bible and Talmud and the Prophets to handle mysticism. This isn’t instant coffee. There is no instant mysticism.
I think the Smart Car is awesome. The only problem is I’ve been on the freeway and felt like I was going to be blown away like a Tim Hortons coffee cup, so I may have to upgrade to a Mini Cooper – something a little stronger.
In America uniformed cops eat in coffee shops, diners and restaurants and I always feel safer having them around.
Those who use tobacco, tea and coffee should lay these idols aside, and put their cost into the treasury of the Lord.
When I wake up in the morning, I just can’t get started until I’ve had that first, piping hot pot of coffee. Oh, I’ve tried other enemas.
You turn up on set, and somebody who has come out of Oxford, has done a BBC course, is telling you how to act. You think, ‘Do me a favour. Go and make a coffee.’
I don’t want to live in Maine full time, but the physical beauty is very striking. It is the exact opposite of New York. When you walk through my small town to get a cup of coffee, you bump into five people you know.
A great day in New York would be to wake up, get a cup of coffee and head up to Central Park for a nice walk. Then I’d go down to the East Village and stroll around. After that, maybe I’d go check out a museum or catch an indie film at the Angelika.
At home in L.A., Sunday is lazy. It’s the wife and me lying in bed with coffee, watching ‘The Soup’ or something funny on TiVo. The kid will occasionally join us. Eventually, breakfast is at a place down the street called Paty’s. And we always have some kind of great dinner – my wife makes a great roast beef.
It’s about avoiding reality through various escape routes that become addictions and lead to Hell. My character is addicted to television, chocolate, coffee, to her dream of her son, which has no basis in reality.
I’m actually not a big coffee fan, so I don’t drink it that much. I’d rather have a green tea. But I do love to get a white mocha sometimes – it is just a strong order.
I’m a very emotional writer. I always need to have a boyfriend. I always need to have some food. I always need to have a heater at my feet, and I drink this thing called Cool Brew, which I found in Louisiana. It’s like condensed coffee.
I can’t sit around having coffee. I have all these appointments, and a lot of my friends sit around having coffee talking about the jobs they didn’t get.
I carry an umbrella when I am outdoors and always wear sunscreen, even when I am sitting in front of a computer screen! I never touch coffee or other caffeinated drinks.
I’ll be in a series for three or four episodes, but then I’ll be off the series, and downtime, as an actor, is a little more than most people understand. Most of the time you’re just sitting around taking coffee with friends.
Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it’s hard to go back to sleep.
When I first started going to Portland, people told me about Stumptown. They were like ‘Oh, it’s the best coffee,’ and I thought, ‘How good could it really be?’ I’m like, ‘Sure, great, uh… I’d love to see it.’ But then when I went, it truly, I am not kidding, is the best coffee I have ever had.
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.
I write almost entirely in bed or on a couch with my feet up on the coffee table. I feel most creative when I’m looking out the window, and my bed and couch have nice views of the New York skyline.
My husband and I met on OKCupid. We went out on our little coffee date, and I knew right away he was my husband. He’s a handsome, smarty-pants architect from Tokyo. On our first date, I said, ‘I wake up like this. I’m Pollyanna Sunshine, and I’m not for everyone’.
The muse holds no appointments. You can never call on it. I don’t understand people who get up at 9 o’clock in the morning, put on the coffee and sit down to write.
I’m a traditionalist, so for me, black coffee is cool.
People who drink four or more cups of coffee a day – it doesn’t matter whether it is caffeinated or decaffeinated – have a reduction in Type 2 diabetes, or a reduced incidence of Type 2 diabetes, of about fifty percent. The same with Parkinson’s, although there it is more related to the caffeine.
One of my favourite places is Hampstead Heath. When I first moved to London, I lived in Highgate, and I would walk on the Heath at the weekends and go to the Kenwood House coffee shop.
Adapting to our Second Adulthood is not all about the money. It requires thinking about how to find a new locus of identity or how to adjust to a spouse who stops working and who may loll, enjoying coffee and reading the paper online while you’re still commuting.
A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on your coffee table – There’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.
A well-conceived product excels at what it does. It’s close to being functionally flawless – like a Ziploc bag, a radio from Tivoli Audio, a Philips Sonicare toothbrush, a Nespresso coffee maker or Google’s home page.
I got these big coffee table books about Chinese opera from the local library, and I loved looking through them. I loved studying the intricate costumes and figuring out how to ‘cartoonify’ them.
There’s no handbook for parenting. So you walk a very fine line as a parent because you are civilizing these raw things. They will tip the coffee over and finger-paint on the table. At some point, you have to say, ‘We’re gonna have to clean that up because you don’t paint with coffee on a table.’
I fall down all the time because I’m such a klutz, but I have never broken a bone, and I don’t eat milk or cheese ever. I like tofu cheese and soymilk in my coffee and cereal.
To me, every kitchen appliance is useful and nothing’s overrated. When I look at my little espresso machine, I don’t see coffee. I see a steaming valve as an opportunity to make amazing creme brulee.
I’ve found that I snack less and concentrate better when I chew on a plastic stirrer – the kind that you get to stir your to-go coffee. I picked up this habit from my husband, who loves to chew on things. His favorite chew-toy is a plastic pen top, and gnawed pen tops and little bits of plastic litter our apartment.
I quite clearly remember driving home at 9 a.m., after shooting all day, in a bathrobe, with bodypaint all over my face, and going through McDonald’s drive-thru. I ordered a coffee to make sure I didn’t crash on the way home. And the girl working there, she didn’t even bat an eyelid. I guess it’s a regular thing down in Hastings McDonald’s.
There are those who love to get dirty and fix things. They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work. And those who stay clean, just appreciate things. At breakfast they have milk and juice at night. There are those who do both, they drink tea.
If you look at my career path, I was a human rights and refugees officer for the United Nations. I helped research a book for Lloyd Axworthy. I’ve worked in coffee shops. I’ve sold clothes. I’ve hosted TV shows, and now I’m acting.
I like to go out and write. So I’ll often go to a Starbucks or a local coffee bar, and I’ll sit there and I’ll write. I can write pretty much anywhere.
Well, they’re Southern people, and if they know you are working at home they think nothing of walking right in for coffee. But they wouldn’t dream of interrupting you at golf.
I lived with a coffee farmer called Dukale on a trip I made with World Vision to Ethiopia, and realised there’s no good reason for the disparity in opportunity around the world.
To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.
I am a coffee fanatic. Once you go to proper coffee, you can’t go back. You cannot go back.
I wake up at 4:15 A.M., get some coffee, turn on the news, see what’s happening, go clickety-clack on the web to see what I missed overnight. Then I go to the gym, around 5:15, and I do what appears to be a very light workout, but who cares. I’m socializing with other nice people at the gym. Then I go into work, and I’m really awake.
The only projects that excite me have to be tied to some aspect of social change. No matter how beautiful, a coffee book doesn’t exactly move you to change the way you cook or eat.
If I go anywhere, and I don’t have my coffee, I don’t drink coffee. When I travel, I carry it with me – and I ask hotels to grind it and brew it for me if I can’t have it in my room myself. I’m dedicated that way.
Before I started Coffee of Grace, I assumed all coffee came from Latin America or Indonesia. I wasn’t familiar with African coffee.
When I first discovered in the early 1980s the Italian espresso bars in my trip to Italy, the vision was to re-create that for America – a third place that had not existed before. Starbucks re-created that in America in our own image a place to go other than home or work. We also created an industry that did not exist: specialty coffee.
Certainly the caffeine in coffee, whether it’s Starbucks or generic coffee, is somewhat of a stimulant. But if you drink it in moderation, which I think four or five cups a day is, you’re fine.
In many places where coffee is grown, deforestation is a major issue. With Starbucks’ position in the marketplace and the respect and relationships we have, we can – and have, in some cases – been able to educate and influence people.
I think we are living in a time where the consumer has lots of choices, whether it’s coffee, newspapers or whatever it is. And there is parity in the market place, and as a result of that, the consumer is beginning to make decisions, not just on what things cost and the convenience of it.
We sell tea in Starbucks, but I think the experience is very different. I think coffee is something that is quick – it’s transactional. I think tea is more Zen-like. It requires a different environment.
In many places where coffee is grown, deforestation is a major issue.
The growth of the company and the license that Starbucks has is to participate in other food and beverage opportunities. We have a global business… and in many parts of the world, tea is much, much bigger than coffee, and we’re going to bring tea and bring our capability and our understanding of what we’ve done for coffee to tea.
If you look at coffee, tea, food and juice, we think there are inherent opportunities. If you look at health bars or grab-and-go products that are in our stores, we think we can significantly enhance them and make them more widely available.
There’s this myth that has been exacerbated by others that Starbucks means a $4 cup of coffee, which is not true.
The old swashbuckling days of the playboy ship owner, of the fellow with no cares in the world who does multimillion dollar deals over coffee, are gone.
I became Iggy because I had a sadistic boss at a record store. I’d been in a band called the Iguanas. And when this boss wanted to embarrass and demean me, he’d say, ‘Iggy, get me a coffee, light.’
I do two cups of coffee with a little bit of raw sugar and soy creamer, and then I do a bowl of plain oatmeal with walnuts and blueberries. Now, if I could do what I really wanted to do with my life, every morning I would have a salami-and-cheese omelet with hash browns and a buttermilk biscuit – and pancakes. But my heart would explode.
I make a mean cup of coffee, if you give me the right ingredients.
I wake up at 5:30, 6 in the morning, but don’t head into the office right away. I like to hang out with my wife, talk about things, get some coffee, you know.
I pretty much only drink water, Tazo passion tea, or coffee with half and half, and it’s an ongoing joke in the office that I never have less than three glasses of water and some form of tea or coffee in front of me.
A Miami must-have is the trendy Panther Coffee in Wynwood. I like Alma Mexicana for the ever-popular breakfast burrito. For out-of-this-world Cuban food, the Cubano at Little Bread Cuban Sandwich Co. will satisfy your craving. My friends all love Shorty’s Bar-B-Q for the mouth-watering corn on the cob and BBQ, of course.
I typically wake up at 5:30, and that’s my time. I read newspapers, have coffee.
I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, ‘Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.’
Like most of the world’s population I’m into coffee, but in a properly big and important way. My perfect weekend would start with a pint of coffee.
Look I eat really well and I work out, but I also indulge when I want to. I don’t starve myself in an extremist way. You’re not taking away my coffee or my dairy or my glass of wine because I’d be devastated.
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.
Probably millions of Americans got up this morning with a cup of coffee, a cigarette and a donut. No wonder they are sick and fouled up.
It’s funny to me that people find other people getting coffee really interesting, or walking their dog in the dog park.
It’s a matter of invitations versus context. Twitter is really good at providing context, like, I’m having coffee at Third Rail Coffee.’ Foursquare is about invitations to places. In this respect Foursquare has started to replace Yelp for me.
Although oil is a commodity, it’s still not a commodity like coffee, which, thank God, we will have with us always. At some point the oil will run out.
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.
The ‘Night Train’ has already been a crazy ride for me. We flew around making TV appearances and stadium announcements all over the country, fueled by little more than coffee and adrenaline… so many fans jumped on board with us, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
If you’re a new artist, practice your art and share it. Set up shop somewhere, whether it’s a street corner or a coffee shop. I got my start in a coffee shop that didn’t even have live music. I wanted to play in coffee shops that did have live music, but I didn’t have an audience.
I usually write away from home, in coffee shops, on trains, on planes, in friends’ houses. I like places where there’s stuff going on that you can lift your eyes, see something interesting, overhear a conversation.
I love Ozomatli, this L.A. band that makes great coffee. They are half American, half Mexican, their coffee’s great, and they’re very good friends.
I have walked into the palaces of kings and queens and into the houses of presidents. And much more. But I could not walk into a hotel in America and get a cup of coffee, and that made me mad.
The centuries last passed have also given the taste important extension the discovery of sugar, and its different preparations, of alcoholic liquors, of wine, ices, vanilla, tea and coffee, have given us flavors hitherto unknown.
Doing 20 minutes of stretching, light weights and floor exercises three times a week takes the same amount of time as a long coffee break – and eating a tuna fish salad, sardines on toast or scrambled eggs is surely preferable to a Big Mac or KFC.
We didn’t have a backyard, so as I child, I would turn the coffee table into a stage and put on shows. But it was just a fun thing to do I never thought about it as a profession. That started as a fluke my mother had a friend who was an artist with a theater company, and I started going there after school because my mom knew I’d be safe.
I got fired for giving coffee away. It was just my regulars. I’d say, ‘Don’t worry about it,’ and they’d put down a dollar tip. Technically, I was stealing. Ethically, I was boosting morale!
I don’t have any writing routine. Sometimes I go to my local coffee shop and I write there for some hours. Apart from that, I am traveling most of the time. I write in airports, trains, hotel rooms… I can write anywhere.
I write in the mornings once the kids have gone to school, taking my laptop and a coffee to a little writer’s room in town where I plant noise-cancelling headphones on my head and get to work.
All the airports kind of feel and look the same now. Some are more beautiful, some are less beautiful, but for the most part you’re going to find a Starbucks in every airport. You’re going to get your coffee and the ‘USA Today’ or ‘New York Times’ in every airport.
You know, ‘Cheers,’ you didn’t have to leave the bar because what they were saying in the bar was important. ‘All In The Family’ is the same rule. On ‘The Golden Girls’ they didn’t have to leave the table. And ‘Friends’ – the coffee shop. You can contain it if it’s interesting.
I drink coffee. Without coffee, I probably couldn’t write.
In the new artisan coffee movement, Jeremy Challender, a 32-year-old Australian who is one of the founders of Prufrock Coffee, explains precision is everything for the barista. Jeremy is able to analyse his coffee with the benefit of an app on his phone.
Complete barista-standard coffee machines cost from £1,600 to more than £20,000.
It was my idea to do a two-hour course of barista training. I was keen to learn how to finish off my coffee with a picture of a heart or a palm tree or, perhaps, a swan.
Just in general as a person, not necessarily as a songwriter, being in cities wasn’t the right fit. I couldn’t escape and be in the woods in 10 minutes if I needed to. I like that in Eau Claire, I can walk to a bar or a coffee shop, and there’s city-ish things, but I can also drive and in eight minutes be at my parents’ land outside of town.
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.
I’m a morning person: if I don’t get up, put the coffee on and get to my desk by 8, the day has already lost a lot of its promise.
With prurient absorption and only minimal risk, we can pretend to be the subject of the lead article on the front page of the Style section of our local newspaper for as long as it takes to finish our morning coffee.
My career has worked out exactly how I like, and I am just happy to go to a coffee shop and nobody knows me, or when they do, they are complimenting me on the work they have seen, and it feels very genuine.
I don’t know that any writing comes easily, but I certainly get more immersed in novels. I don’t think the routine is any different, but fiction tends to pull me further away from my life. When I’m deep in a novel, I don’t pay bills and I walk around in one shoe, drinking two-day old coffee, and calling my kids by the wrong names.
I pretty much drink a cup of coffee, write in my journal for a while, and then sit at a computer in my office and torture the keys. My one saving grace as a writer is that, if I’m having trouble with the novel I’m writing, I write something else, a poem or a short story. I try to avoid writer’s block by always writing something.
I wake at 5 or 5:30 most mornings, make myself a latte and grab a cookie, write until 10 or 11, go have my favorite meal, ‘second breakfast,’ or grab coffee with friends, or play basketball. Then, around noon, I begin apologizing via email for the manuscripts I can’t get to.
Coffee on an airplane always smells bad. Whenever it is served, suddenly the whole cabin stinks of it.
Portland is a place where everyone closes their eyes and crosses their fingers and hopes for a better community. They keep it small and local, and usually they think if they just make great coffee, it’s the best thing for the neighborhood.
Being an actor is great you chill in your trailer, and they bring you a breakfast burrito and coffee. But as director, you’re responsible for every little thing.
But then I got a job selling coffee at the York Theatre, and when I met theatre people, something clicked. I felt comfortable with them I felt like myself. I decided to go to drama school based just on that feeling. I had never done any acting.
Coffee and cigarettes, that’s one of my weaknesses.
On set, I have a lot of coffee… so I try to chug water before going for that next cup.
I get up, get coffee, and go into my home office. I check email and Twitter before I start work, but I have to try not to get too distracted.
Some writers like to work in other places like coffee shops, but I can’t – I’d end up people-watching. And if I were at a bookstore, I’d be reading. Sometimes I have some music on, but usually I like it quiet.
In my gap year between college and drama school, I taught art at a hospice and worked at a little coffee shop across the street from Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London when everything around it was still a construction zone.
When I think about my ideal free day, it usually involves going into London and sitting in a nice coffeehouse with cake and coffee, but I would probably still have my notebook in my pocket.
I’m here to tell you the coffee was hot, the orange juice was cold, New York’s still there and Reagan National is back.
In a shooting day in the U.K., every few hours, everyone takes a bit of a tea break – not coffee, but a tea break. They bring out these little finger sandwiches with the crust cut off. Everyone sits around for a few minutes, with their pinkies in the air, drinking. It’s so cultured.
We always get up about 5:30, and George gets up and goes in and gets the coffee and brings it to me, and that’s been our ritual since we got married. And we read the newspapers in bed and drink coffee for about an hour probably, read our briefing papers.
I get up, go and get a coffee, and go do the crossword – I’m loyal to one particular paper, the ‘Guardian’ – and that’s my idea of a perfect morning.
I grew up with ‘Life’ magazine on the coffee table, Life cereal on the breakfast table, and the game of Life on the card table. People were just so happy to be alive, I guess.
We all have hierarchies at work – even on set, the runner would never walk up to the director and ask for a cup of coffee.
In 1990, I was in ‘The Three Sisters’ at the Royal Court and won the Clarence Derwent award for my supporting role as Natasha – the prize was £100. I could have paid the gas bill, but I ended up buying a porcelain and silver Bavarian coffee set in an antiques shop in Penzance.
I like day dates. On night dates, you just go somewhere and start drinking. But if you really want to see if a girl is worth your time, go to a museum or for coffee.
The one thing I don’t consume during ‘Today’ – which surprises many people – is coffee. I find that a lot of water helps wake me up, without the buzz. I love coffee, but usually reserve a double espresso as an afternoon pick-me-up before settling in to do the weekend ‘Nightly News.’
I used to write in a local coffee shop, but there was another guy, another writer, who kept sitting in my favorite seat. I would show up, and he would be there, and I would get exiled to a couch or something, and it would throw me off my game.
I come from a coffee-loving family, and you can always tell when my sister and I have been around, because both of us collect all the dead coffee from everyone’s morning cup, pour it over ice, and drink it. This is a disgusting habit.
One of the best places for a shy person to meet people is in a coffee shop. If you are a reader, bring a book and read it there – that gives a guy something to ask you about. Same goes for sketching, writing, or any hobby you can take with you.
In the morning we received some very thin coffee. For lunch we had potato soup with a few pieces of meat in it, in the evening we had a very thin meat soup with some potatoes in it.
There were always plenty of newspapers in the house. ‘The Times’, ‘Guardian’, ‘Daily Telegraph’ and ‘Daily Mail’ were all regular fixtures on the coffee table. I used to enjoy reading ‘The Times’ editorial pages and the ‘Daily Mail’ sports pages.
I am not by any stretch of the imagination a tidy person, and the piles of unread books on the coffee table and by my bed have a plaintive, pleading quality to me – ‘Read me, please!’
I wake up fairly early every day, by 8, for sure. Sunday is a lighter writing day than the weekdays, but I still wake up and write for about an hour, beginning right around 8. I definitely have coffee first, and then I start writing. I do think it’s kind of hard to get the right level of concentration without coffee.
Sometimes when I’m going to the supermarket to get the coffee and cat litter, I get freaked out and see all these people staring, and you turn around and there’s, like, 40 people all looking at you… and when you go around the corner, they’re all following you! You start freaking out like a trapped animal.
I work full-time in a used bookstore. I get up. I drink a cup of coffee. I think, The last thing I want to do is write. Then I go to the computer and write.
For me, my 20s were all about reaching for the brass ring of work in theater, television, and film, surviving in between by waiting tables, painting houses, serving coffee, and temping.
My background is standard American blue collar of the itchy-footed variety. We’re new-world mongrels. The women in the family read horoscopes, tea leaves, coffee bubbles, Tarot cards and palms.
Too much coffee. Too much coffee and Gatorade. It’s a hell of a mix. If you’re ever tired in the morning, just try that mix, and tell me what you think.
If you go to a coffee shop or at the airport, and you’re using open wireless, I would use a VPN service that you could subscribe for 10 bucks a month. Everything is encrypted in an encryption tunnel, so a hacker cannot tamper with your connection.
What happened was, I always wanted to be a singer/songwriter kind of guy like a James Taylor or Crosby, Stills and Nash type of thing I went to a lot of coffee houses and used to watch all those guys, but I never had the nerve to get up and do it because singing seems so personal and intimate to me. It was too revealing.
I’m kind of feeling like I don’t mind being open with the random details of my life, like I’m at a coffee shop or my toe hurts or something, but obviously other more personal areas of life where I will just never really go there.
I think controversy is not always a bad thing. Jesus was controversial. It’s through controversy that people often wake up and smell the coffee and say, ‘What’s going on here? Do we need to rethink something here?’
I hear so many writers say – and these are writers that I trust completely – ‘I just started hearing a voice’, or, ‘The characters came to life’. I am filled with loathing for my own characters when I hear that because they do nothing of the sort. Left to their own devices, they do nothing but drink coffee and complain about their lives.
When I get up, I have a cup of coffee, surf the Internet, then do a half-hour run.
In my special place, room service could only consist of my husband making me a breakfast of eggs, avocados, and hummus. And coffee with milk.
Very first thing in the morning, I spew some rough genius directly on to the laptop. Then I have coffee and rewrite for three hours.
My friends ask me what it’s like moving from Vermont to L.A., but no matter where I am, I pretty much just end up sitting in coffee shops, thinking about songs.
It is an intern’s job to go for coffee for anyone who asks, preferably delivering it scalding hot and cupped in your bare hands!
I usually do my writing in a very nice room, my studio, which is in the attic of our house in Wisconsin. But the nice thing about writing is that I can do it in many places. So sometimes I’ll write in coffee shops.
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?
We are big composters. We compost everything – bread, tea bags, coffee grounds. I even dump out my old coffee in the garden. We keep a mixing bowl on the counter and just fill it up as the day goes along, then dump it in the mulch pile before dinner and wash it with the dinner dishes.
There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one’s coffee and fill one’s pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.
I don’t know how to exist before 9 A.M. And without coffee, I’m not classified as a human. Actually, I could be regarded as a threat.
If I asked for a cup of coffee, someone would search for the double meaning.
People don’t stop eating, and they don’t stop drinking coffee.
I think that if you grind your spices and keep them in small batches, you can use them in endless ways. The key thing is to have a spice mill or a coffee grinder, and to keep your spices cold and in tightly lidded boxes.
Almost all my middle-aged and elderly acquaintances, including me, feel about 25, unless we haven’t had our coffee, in which case we feel 107.
My whole approach to wardrobe is, throw it in a suitcase and make sure they don’t press it, for Pete’s sake, so I can try to display some rumpled charm. Actually, I’m just a pig. I’ve got coffee stains on my pants. I think they’re coffee stains, anyway.
When writers stop to sharpen pencils or get up and make coffee to procrastinate, they still stay in their heads with their characters. But when you zip over to read email or check your Facebook page, you get zapped out of the fictive dream. It’s brutal on my writing.
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.
When I was younger, on weekends, my mom would make us pancakes with our initials on them and then a tiny cup of coffee. I remember at 10 sneaking my own coffee and pouring a ton of sugar in and going up to the playroom and drinking it.
I started at home as a kid putting on shows and lip-syncing Michael Jackson for the grown-ups. Then, in musicals and plays in school. At 17, I was performing in coffee shops and in parking lots at Phish shows. At 18, I had a band that played local shows in the Northwest.
You get the health benefits of coffee up through about the first twenty-four ounces. It’s the biggest source of antioxidants for Americans, and we think it helps prevent Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s as well.
I’m not someone who enjoys long talks, long rehearsals. I’m very technical: I tell my actors, you come in, you sit down, you pick up a coffee, you look here, you say the line. We try it with the cameras rolling, and if it doesn’t work, we adjust it until it does. It’s very simple.
Halloween isn’t the only time for ghosts and ghost stories. In Victorian Britain, spooky winter’s tales were part of the Christmas season, often told after dinner, over port or coffee.
Seven years ago, in my first semester at college, the professors handed out MacBook Pros. With mine, I filmed a seven-minute tutorial on ‘natural makeup’ – just me, my laptop, and a cup of coffee. When, a week later, it clocked 40,000 Web views, I knew people were connecting with it, so I kept going. That moment changed my life.
I like to do weird things in the shower, like drink my coffee, brush my teeth and drink a smoothie. It’s good time management.
I have a Keurig coffee maker, which is really kind of a luxury. It was given to me by an ex. I realized when I’m feeling sentimental, I’ll gently, tenderly press the button. Then when I remember he dumped me, I punch it.
I’m always working on a few different stories at once, so there’s always some really big coffee table book I’m carrying around.
Every little detail of my life is, and has always been, surrounded by fashion – from the cup I drink my coffee from in the morning to my constant travels – fashion always pops up somewhere and somehow.
I think there’s as much violence, in a way, as a scene with two women having a cup of coffee in a Ruth Rendell novel – in terms of emotional violence and the violence you can inflict with language – as there is in the most graphic kind of serial killer/slasher novel you can think of.
Up to a thousand milligrams of caffeine is considered safe for most people, which translates into about 10 cups of coffee a day.
Despite the growing evidence of health benefits associated with coffee consumption, I still don’t recommend my patients drink it – not because it’s not healthy, but because there are even healthier choices.
What triggered a migraine for me may have no effect on someone else. For many people, coffee can relieve symptoms somewhat, but for me it was a trigger. You really have to find out what affects you individually.
I know many people have said it before, but there is nothing a cup of coffee and a new pair of shoes can’t fix!
When I started at Pratt, Spike Lee had his 40 Acres and A Mule studios down the street. You’d see Rosie Perez walking around going to Mike’s Coffee Shop. So it was this black bohemian.
I don’t size up their grades or their board scores. Because in America today, that’s just an advantage certain people have. I size up the give and take, the speed of thinking, what I perceive as ambition. I say, ‘Tell me about your high school jobs.’ And I love people who worked in coffee shops who were waiters and waitresses.
I have a coffee mug that my dad gave me years ago that has the San Mateo police logo and my dad’s name on it, so I brought it to set and used it in a scene. I mean, you don’t see it, it’s not prominently featured, but I just wanted that connectivity.
The United States wanted to send its trained rebel groups to Syria to fight ISIS. Out of twenty-five hundred rebels they had trained, only seventy accepted to go to Syria to fight ISIS. Everybody else wanted to go to Syria to fight the government. So you’ve got to wake up and smell the coffee… The rebel groups have not fired a shot against ISIS.
When I am working it is up early and coffee and 15 hours of being on the set. When I am not working, it is up late and coffee, golf or softball and hopefully a ball game on the television.
I grew up not liking coffee, even though I’m from Brazil. Then I realized when I moved to San Francisco that it’s not that I don’t like coffee, I just didn’t like the coffee I’d had before. I fell in love with my morning cup of coffee, and my second one at 11 A.M., and so on and so forth.
Before competition, I always take an ice bath to make my body feel more refreshed. Then I always have coffee with a little cream and sugar. It’s a superstitious thing.
If you watch a fly on, say, a coffee table, you’ll see that they’re rubbing their little legs together to groom themselves they’re actually quite clean creatures.
One of my last few vices is coffee, but with a spot of almond or soymilk, it’s never tasted better!
I did every odd job you could possibly imagine: Holding a sign in the rain for 14 hours straight, sweeping up cigarette butts, pouring coffee, running around – anything I could to be on a film set. I wanted to be in the business. So I’d say, ‘You need that job done? Fine,’ and I became indispensable to people.
If somebody comes to a neighborhood coffee hour, or goes to a discussion group, and they have a discussion, I do think that people really walk away with a real understanding of the issues.
Literature is capable of being a subject that people want to catch up on or discuss, whether at a coffee shop or a watercooler. It can become an intrinsic part of their dialogue.
After college, rather than pursue real work, I joined a folk group and sang in coffee houses and nightclubs, an occupation that does little for the intellect and even less for the complexion.
I love coffee. It’s one of my favorite things in the world, and I love tasting different coffees.
When I’m not shooting, I love going on adventures with friends. I love zip-lining through rainforests and different natural habitats, and I love writing music on the side, and I love drinking coffee. I’m a big coffee drinker and go to a lot of cafes and stuff.
My frontal lobe doesn’t function well. When I’m out with friends, I typically have a cup of coffee, and that’s not good for my sleep. And yet I’ll do it again, night after night – ‘Oh why did I have that cup of coffee?’ I can’t stop it because I love it.
I like to sit down, relax, have a cup of coffee on the terrace and read a book. I like to travel the world – and I’m lucky to see so much through cycling.
I don’t know how people live without coffee, I really don’t.
I’ll quit coffee. It won’t be easy drinking my Bailey’s straight, but I’ll get used to it. It’ll still be the best part of waking up.
I get up between 6:30 and 8 am. I used to make a cup of coffee first thing, but now I have warm water with a bit of lemon juice in it. I’ve cut down on things as I was getting fat.
I don’t have any superstitions, but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.
When coffee prices fall below production costs, farmers are often forced off their land, and they lose their homes, everything. With fair trade, farmers get a fair price for their harvest with a guaranteed minimum, so they can invest in their crops.
For me, honestly, one of the first movies I did I was always pounding coffee, and I crashed so horribly. So I’ve kind of weaned myself off. You keep getting second and third winds. But for me, I’ve stopped doing energy drinks or any kind of stimulant. I just kind of go natural.
Being an actor, you can get spoilt a little bit: car services come and pick you up, you get put up in nice hotels, people fetch you coffee, and so on. It is wonderful, but you can get lost in that world pretty quickly and start believing that it is real life.
Without coffee, nothing gets written. Period.
I type 40 words per minute on a normal computer with my left foot. And with two cups of coffee, I can do 53 words per minute.
I wish I was a cool guy and could drink coffee black, but I put almond milk and raw cane sugar in it.
I think the biggest misconception about me is people really don’t know who I really am. They see the party side of me, they see the crazy side of me. But I also have a laid-back side. You know, I’m chill, down to earth. If you want to grab a cup of coffee and just talk about life, I can do that.
I get up, and if I feel out of sorts, I’ll do some exercises, I’ll feed my cat, then I go get my coffee, take a notebook, and write for a couple of hours.
There is hardly a place in New York that you can’t walk a block and a half and get a cup of coffee. Believe me, I’ve been all over the world. There’s no place like that but New York City.
For everything bad, there’s a million really exciting things, whether it’s someone puts out a really great book, there’s a new movie, there’s a new detective, the sky is unbelievably golden, or you have the best cup of coffee you ever had in your life.
Three hundred years ago, during the Age of Enlightenment, the coffee house became the center of innovation.
I live in L.A., where every coffee shop is filled with scriptwriters, producers and directors.
I don’t know how to use appliances. I mean, I use the coffee maker. But that’s it.
I write in coffee shops, libraries, parks, museums. I get antsy and then get on my bike and go someplace else, letting the ideas spin around in my head as I dodge taxis.
I get up at sunrise. I’m a Buddhist, so I chant in the morning. My wife and I sit and have coffee together, but then it’s list-making time. I have carpentry projects. We have roads we keep in repair. It’s not back-breaking, but it’s certainly aerobic and mildly strenuous.
Sweating the small stuff is important in boxing and life. On a movie, we have production assistants who’re 18 and 19 years old. If someone asks you for a cup of coffee, and you bring them a cup of coffee that’s cold, I make a big deal of that. I make a really, really big deal of that. You have to pay attention to details.
I represent a rural state and live in a small town. Small merchants make up the majority of Vermont’s small businesses and thread our state together. It is the mom-and-pop grocers, farm-supply stores, coffee shops, bookstores and barber shops where Vermonters connect, conduct business and check in on one another.
I usually get up between 7 A.M. and 8 A.M., have coffee, and go right to work. It’s really important not to get sidetracked in the morning so I’m still in that dreamy state for my writing.
I made it a morning show. We have the coffee cup, we have the morning papers. It’s got that feel to it, that’s what I wanted.
I’ve done the best I can with the morning show. I made it a morning show. We have the coffee cup, you have the morning papers, you know, it’s got that feel to it, that’s what I wanted.
Natalie’s estate is handled by Global Icons, and they police the world so her picture isn’t on a T-shirt or coffee cup unless we approve of it.
I need a coffee, I’m a cold coffee guy. That’s how I do.
When I was a boy, I read a terrible article in a big weekly American magazine called the ‘Saturday Evening Post.’ In the middle of this family magazine on my parent’s coffee table was an article about this family that was camping, and they were all mauled by a grizzly bear in their sleeping bags.
They say you can smoke 400 cigs a day and drink 20 cups of coffee, but you can’t have a line or a drink again.
Buy your fair-trade coffee beans by all means, but don’t assume fair-trade principles govern the conditions of the men who fetch it to you. You would be mistaken.
I think of myself as naturally idle. The trouble is, the ‘nothing’ that I do every day is not really nothing. I potter. I muck about with emails, I make coffee, I fiddle with my computer to make sure that the book I haven’t started writing is perfectly synced across all platforms and devices.
All coffee shops now have WiFi. Why bring a book when you could be wittily attacking some idiot columnist on Twitter, or responding to your date requests, or posting a picture of your foot? All of that is more gripping and immediate and social than books.
I am a total coffee snob and bore. If anyone makes the mistake of offering me ‘a coffee’ they tend to regret it – I’m worse than Mariah Carey, and the hot milk rider is completely non-negotiable.
I usually get up around 6 A.M. It takes me a while to get going. In our household, I am the first one up. I usually make coffee for myself, draw a bath and have a big soak. I read in the bath.
Language and words for psychopaths are only word deep there is no emotional colouring behind it. A psychopath can use a word like, ‘I love you’ but it means nothing more to him than if he said, ‘I’ll have a cup of coffee.’
The trick in foraging for a tooth lost in coffee grounds is not to be misled by the clumps. The only way to be sure is to rub each clump between your thumb and index finger, which makes a mess of your hands.
No one among us suffers the radical appreciation for coffee that I do. It calls to me, but I have learned not to listen.
I always see celebs in very weird spots. I don’t always go to fancy-shmancy places, but I see celebs at coffee shops or random stores, when you’re looking for a sweater and turn around like, ‘OMG, that’s Fred Savage!’
I started walking rather than driving to get my coffee. I liked it so much, I do it for 45 minutes every day… You know those annoying people who are like, ‘If I don’t work out I feel… ugh’? I might be becoming one of those people.
Americans are making coffee a bigger part of their lives, expanding attitudes and behaviors that are driving new levels of consumption.
Late-night shows are ‘Chopped.’ Who are your guests tonight? Your guests tonight are veal tongue, coffee grounds and gummy bears. There, make a show … Make an appetizer that appeals to millions of people. That’s what I like. How could you possibly do it? Oh, you bring in your own flavors. Your own house band is another flavor.
Moving from chair to chair, from coffee machine to coffee machine is the limit of my action in most films. But I enjoy being cast in them because I love watching them.
Listen, I didn’t know how to make coffee when I came to the United States. Because in Colombia the maids do it.
I’m not one of those people who wakes up and thinks, ‘Bring on the day!’ I have to have about 7 pints of coffee before I’m even remotely awake. But I love the golden hour in the evening, as hokey as that sounds. Just as the sun is about to set and you get those lovely shadows and everything looks gold and yellow.
I believe in breakfast. It’s the one meal that my kids usually eat without a fuss, so that’s huge. As for myself, I can’t function without it, and I see it as a great way to get some healthy greens in, some coffee, and on a good day, maybe even some news of the world via the newspaper.
We do a lot of bird-watching up in the country, but we almost never have a chance to people-watch. There simply aren’t enough human beings up here: there is nowhere you can park yourself with a cup of coffee and observe the species on parade.
I eye ‘Modern Love’ warily between that second and third cup of coffee on Sunday mornings, calculating how much of a push I need to get through the day’s unhurriedly earnest saga of heartbreak and recovery.
My generation is so used to having our public spaces look like the Starbucks, with the beautiful lighting and the little bit of Nina Simone and my coffee that’s blended a certain way from Costa Rica.
It makes me happy that people recognise me and want to click pictures with me. But sometimes, I want to be a common person. I want to go to a coffee shop and just chill. I miss driving my car with the windows rolled down.
Townes Van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world, and I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.
I like living sparsely. In the main room, there’s no furniture – no tables, no chairs, no coffee table – not even a decaffeinated coffee table.
It’s quite amazing to me, as I walk around a supermarket or a health food shop, to observe the number of Fairtrade choices: not just staples such as coffee, tea, fresh fruits and rice, but cocoa and chocolate, herbs and spices, honey, ice cream, and jams.
I’ve never drunk coffee. I’m convinced it has something to do with why my skin is good. I have either mint, green or black tea.
I love being domestic: making coffee, just putting on a record, and just sitting, not doing anything. It’s so great.
When I go outside in the morning for coffee, I’m not going to spend forty-five minutes getting ready. I just don’t care.
I never waited for my Irish Cream coffee to be the right temperature, with a storm happening outside and my fireplace crackling… I wrote every day, at home, in the office, whether I felt like it or not. I just did it.
The goal isn’t to be successful it’s to be happy. And so it doesn’t matter if I’m doing things in New York or teaching high school or I drop it altogether and sell coffee. The goal is to be happy, and people and relationships are what makes you happy.
In order to build a career and to be successful, one has to be determined. One has to be ambitious. I much prefer to drink coffee, listen to music, and to paint when I feel like it.
When I’m doing theatre, I feel like my life’s on hold. Even though you might go out for a coffee, or go and see a film, your brain is still there, pulling you back to it.
I never worked in a coffee shop and I don’t drink coffee, so I never thought I would become a coffee pusher on TV.
We have had a chance to travel to all 56 counties in this state, and I have had the chance to sit around with cups of coffee and having conversations about what matters to Montanans.
I wrote in coffee shops in Japan when I was 22, 23, before I had the stamina to sit down and write. I liked the buzzy environment I couldn’t speak Japanese when I arrived, so it was kind of a white noise. It felt more sociable than being alone, but now, as I’ve developed a writing practice, I couldn’t do it.
I try not to eat too many raw vegetables. I only have one raw meal a day. At night I eat warm, cooked foods. I like to drink lots of tea, but no coffee. Not drinking coffee has changed my game for the better.
I definitely at times notice a difference in service when I go out. You know, I can walk in to grab a cup of coffee or walk in to have lunch or dinner, and people definitely seem on their best behavior, which is funny, or I start to see people clean up around me, which I always find really, really amusing.
I have to have my coffee. I probably have three cups a day, but only before noon.
I have an affinity for the old Seattle coffee shops, places like the Green Onion and the Copper Kettle, the classic kind of coffee bar – little places that served breakfast, lunch and dinner and have pretty much disappeared.
Take a different route to the coffee shop to see what you can see and hear. When we get in a routine, we can become zombie-like and shut down. It’s about discipline. You have to push yourself.
I love Sunday-morning drives. I’ll be up at 6 A.M., get a cup of coffee, and head out.
I like England more than I did when I left. It’s become a bit of a better country in the last ten years, in the attitude of it. A bit more Americanized, which is both good and bad. At least when you order a cup of coffee they don’t give you a hard time.
L.A. can make you feel like you’ve already made it. You’re living off 40 dollars a week it’s nice weather. You go outside on your bike you go to the coffee shop, and everybody is doing nothing. It doesn’t leave a lot of room for ambition.
We need choices of government, just like we have choices of tables or chairs or cell phones or coffee.
I don’t t drink coffee, but I’m a tea addict.
After college, I went to San Francisco and worked as a secretary in a reinsurance company. That was a pretty dismal job. It was a real small place. Guys would come in, and they’d sort of stick out their arms like wings so I could take their coats off. They’d tell me, ‘Two,’ and I’d put two lumps of sugar in their coffee.
I think one day I can make a book about coffee shops in Hong Kong. I spent almost most of my time in coffee shops, in different coffee shops.
I was a sophomore in college, and I did an industrial video about how to use the Internet – that dates me! It was with John Turturro, somehow they had gotten John Turturro to do this thing, and I was so excited and so nervous I probably drank 10 cups of coffee that morning.
Any partying I did, I did at home. I didn’t want to be in the spotlight… There’s an easy way to get away from the paparazzi they’re not that difficult to hide from and you don’t need to go out for coffee every five minutes.
I paid my dues. I have crawled to gigs. I have served people coffee. I worked hard selling all these records out the back of my car. Girl, I’m ready to sell one the real way now.
I see people having fits because their coffee is too hot or their baked potato is too cold, or some random something is imperfect and somebody can be blamed for it. These people can fly off the handle and nobody says, ‘Too much beef will do that to a person.’ If it’s a vegan: a clear case of alfalfa sprout poisoning.
Drinking a cup of coffee with your eyes closed isn’t a sophisticated task for a person, but it’s hard for a robot.
I don’t drink any coffee or take any drugs and I don’t smoke cigarettes and I don’t eat sugar and I don’t take any medicine at all. I eat a lot of fish, vegetables, and I stay away from starches.
I always have coffee without sugar, you know. Just cream.
Abundant choice doesn’t force us to look for the absolute best of everything. It allows us to find the extremes in those things we really care about, whether that means great coffee, jeans cut wide across the hips, or a spouse who shares your zeal for mountaineering, Zen meditation, and science fiction.
I must always have fresh orange juice, alkaline water and hazelnut creamer for my coffee.
I smoke as much as I want and chew tobacco a good deal of the time. I don’t pay any attention to the rules for keeping in physical condition. I think they are a lot of bunk. The less you worry about the effect of tea and coffee on the lining of your stomach, the longer you will live, and the happier you will be.
We talked about politics constantly in my family growing up in North Carolina. There were always debates. Being of Greek background, it’s in our blood to drink coffee and talk politics.
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.