Holly Black Quotes

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.

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 like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.

I bought some instant water one time but I didn't know what to add to it.

I don't drink coffee. Weird, I know. But I try to stay away from caffeine. That said, we are investors in Blue Bottle, which is delicious!

It's coffee - if I have just the right amount, I come across as charismatic. One too many, and it's like I'm having a seizure.

I definitely pack coffee if I'm going someplace where it might not be available. When I went to Afghanistan in 2011, I brought a bunch of instant coffee. I didn't need to do that, of course, because army people drink industrial-strength coffee and have it going 24/7.

I hate decaffeinated coffee. It's useless brown water.

You need some coffee, don't you?" "Yes, I've only had a gallon.

scapegoat, n. I think our top two are: 1. Not enough coffee. 2. Too much coffee.

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

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

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

Greetings, conversationalists across the fruited plain, this is Rush Limbaugh, the most dangerous man in America, with the largest hypothalamus in North America, serving humanity simply by opening my mouth, destined for my own wing in the Museum of Broadcasting, executing everything I do flawlessly with zero mistakes, doing this show with half my brain tied behind my back just to make it fair because I have talent on loan from ... God. Rush Limbaugh. A man. A legend. A way of life.

What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumbled swiftly into dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh!

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

I can recollect nothing more to say at present; perhaps breakfast may assist my ideas. I was deceived -- my breakfast supplied only two ideas -- that the rolls were good and the butter bad.

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

Decaf is like masturbating with an oven mitt!

I'm being ironic. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it's not polite. There!

I did toy with the idea of doing a cook-book . . . The recipes were to be the routine ones: how to make dry toast, instant coffee, hearts of lettuce and brownies. But as an added attraction, at no extra charge, my idea was to put a fried egg on the cover. I think a lot of people who hate literature but love fried eggs would buy it if the price was right.

On Update, the only real original thing was trying to take away the cleverness of the punchline and make it as blunt as possible.

Oh, I've got glitter in my hair. That's not all that's in my hair, I'll tell you that. I glue it on every morning, whether I need to or not.

I regard everything with irony, including the face I see in the mirror when I wake up in the morning.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it’s ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.