Think of coffee as a music CD. You can listen to it in a special listening room, which you have equipped specially for this purpose in the basement of the house, where there are no distracting sounds, where you can wear headphones and hear the strings or oboes part, or try to hear every little click or creak Eric Clapton's nail on the guitar. Another thing is to insert it into the player in the car, open all the windows and start yelling at the top of your lungs. The music is the same, but the approach is different.

The Yankees deprived her of the pleasure of drinking real coffee with sugar and cream, and that alone was enough, so that she would hate them with all her soul.

Today, having drunk coffee in the morning, I felt wonderful peace in myself; It's funny: I know that I will die, but I have no faith in it.

I start, as always, with coffee. As usual this life, however, the sun got into my stanzas, those that were just born at night, unusual. From such a truth even in my room it is clear; the sun gazed into the window - you can see immediately that the glass is dirty.