“There are few things in life that are worth waking up to: sex, the dark spices of freshly brewed coffee and bacon.”

“The whiskey’s aroma was his equivalent of fresh brewed coffee. 'Here’s looking at you, love,' Mayne said aloud, raising the bottle to his lips.”

“Somewhere deeper in the city a motor is running, a distant, earthy growl, like an animal panting. in a few hours the bright blush of morning will push through all that darkness, and shapes will reassert themselves, and people will wake up and yawn and brew coffee and get ready for work, everything the same as usual. Life will go on. Something aches at the very core of me, something ancient and deep and stronger than words: the filament that joins each of us to the root of existence, that ancient thing unfurling and resisting and grappling, desperately for a foothold, a way to stay here, breathe, keep going.”

“I could either buy one missile, or 88,000 cups of coffee. Both would wake me up, but the coffee would also wake up North Korea. I’ll go with the coffee.
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“Infatuation was a good thing. It gave spice to life, and added to its enjoyment... But it was different from love. Love was worth everything, and couldn't be exchanged for anything.”

“If the waitress comes, order me a coffee and something that involves bacon.”