The enormity of what had happened was not yet clear, but I decided if the world was going to end that day, I was going to need coffee to face it.

That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow

I used to think of that line in Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl', about the 'sad cup of coffee'.. .I have had cold coffee and hot coffee and lousy coffee, But I've never had a sad cup of coffee.

I'll get the coffee if you find us a seat. What do you want?"
"Just coffee. Black – like my soul.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.

I wish a person could self-slap himself to wake up his conscience, like coffee does for consciousness.

Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.

I no longer drink nearly as much as I used to but, still, my motto is Sine coffea nihil sum. Without coffee, I'm nothing.

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.

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

"What do you want?"
"Just coffee. Black - like my soul."

"If sadly thinking, with spirits sinking,

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.