Jake Tapper Quotes

I bought an espresso maker and coffee maker and make them myself every day.

You don't even really need a place. But you feel like you're doing something. That is what coffee is. And that is one of the geniuses of the new coffee culture.

I don't have any superstitions, but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.

I love Starbucks. Maybe that's a bit sad. But I definitely need my caffeine. It's what gets me out of bed in the morning.

I'm a huge coffee drinker.

My most prized possession is my coffeemaker!

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

It's too early for there to be any coffee. I stare dully at the empty pot in the common room, while Sam picks up a jar of instant grounds. "Don't," I warn him. He scoops up a heaping spoonful and, heedlessly, shovels it into his mouth. It crunches horribly. Then his eyes go wide. "Dry," he croaks. "Tongue...shriveling." I shake my head, picking up the jar. "It's dehydrated. You're supposed to add water. Good thing you're mostly made of water." He tries to say something. Brown powder dusts his shirt. "Also," I tell him, "that's decaf.

If it wasn't for coffee, I'd have no discernible personality at all.

War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.

...life without coffee is not really life.

Coffee doesn't need a menu, it needs a cup. That's all it needs! Maybe a saucer underneath the cup — that's it.

That's what I would like to do until the end of time, to go on scribbling my articles on the third floor of the Sloan Building, in between playing tennis and drinking coffee at my other study in the Concord Avenue branch of Burger King.

I'm not a big drinker, but coffee is important to me.

For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

Coffee is the highlight of my day. After coffee everything is downhill.

Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time," she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee.

Coffee, the sober drink, the mighty nourishment of the brain, which unlike other spirits, heightens purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears the clouds of the imagination and their gloomy weight; which illuminates the reality of things suddenly with the flush of truth.

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.

The food is excellent. The beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

Clouds sink down the hills Coffee is hot again. The dog Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.

American coffee can be a pale solution served at a temperature of 100oC

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

The Imperial Service could win a war without coffee, but would prefer not to have to.