I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.
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'.
I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch and with a cigarette and coffee handy. I've got to be puffing and sipping.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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.
Coffee has always been a significant part of my life. For me, it's a chance to start my day and gather my thoughts — it's fuel for my creative process.
To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.
If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.