(Sylvia) There’s not enough coffee in the whole world to turn me into a functional human being.

Then she felt shock and shame over the fact that she was thinking about coffee while her planet was being set on fire.

She didn't want to be in their club. Didn't want to learn how to be apart from the one person she longed to see every day.

If you can’t be happy with a coffee, you won’t be happy with a yacht.

Passing through the utility section she considered getting herself a cup of coffee. Then she felt shock and shame over the fact that she was thinking about coffee while her planet was being set on fire. Then she poured herself a cup of coffee anyway and stepped into the Farm.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience — unless they are still up.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience— unless they are still up.

Although she would sooner have given up thinking than eating, she resented being pushed into depriving herself of either.

The ode to coffee: no coffee means no yippee, no jubilee, and no wannabe for this zombie.

That night I slept there, but the next morning I began to hate the place. With her there it was part of a dream; without her, it was a house. I packed my things into the rumble seat and drove back to Los Angeles.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience, unless they are still up.

I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

‘Alas!’ said she, ‘we ne’er can be Made happy by compulsion.’

That’s what I liked about those nuns. You could tell, for one thing, that they never went anywhere swanky for lunch. It mad me so damn sad when I thought about it, their never going anywhere swanky for lunch or anything. I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.