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Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain.
Cooking for six people every day is like having a cafe.
Las Vegas: It was not cafe society, it was Nescafe society
When I'm gone, you'll be sitting in a cafe and say, "Do you remember Agnes?"
Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
I'm happy to just sit in a cafe and watch people. It's my favorite thing to do, for sure.
CAFE is like trying to cure obesity by requiring clothing manufacturers to make smaller sizes.
I work on a laptop specifically so I can work in cafes and pretend I'm part of the human world.
I love Paris for its wide boulevards and cafes, and Rome for the ancient history, as seen at the Forum.
The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.
I don't want to be famous. I like to be able to sit in a cafe and watch the world go by and observe people.
I have a study now - I used not to. I also love working in cafes; ignoring noise is good for concentration.
Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day.
And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.
In New York you can just walk out and be among people. You're on the subway among people, you go to cafes, you can talk to people.
The modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top
I can remember sittin in a cafe when I first started in rodeo, and waitin until somebody got done so I could finish what they left.
Two years ago, I shot 'Pillars of the Earth' in Budapest - it was a big part, but I had a lot of time to sit around and visit cafes.
You get to where you kind of like it, and It's a habit That's hard to break. I still find myself sittin' in a cafe, like a pizza parlor.
I've given up wanting to make a killing or be a bigshot. I just want to find happiness and maybe open up a little roadside cafe in Idaho.
In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.
I spend my time sitting in train stations, parks, parking lots, cafes, just looking at people - eavesdropping, basically. I'm vulnerable to all of it.
When I sit in Paris in a cafe, surrounded by people, I don't sit casually - I go over a certain sonata in my head and discover new things all the time.
The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.
When cafe life thrives, talk is a shared limberness of the mind that improves appetite for conversation: an adequate sentence maker is then made good, a good one excellent, an excellent one extraordinary.
I remember that - you know, I didnt receive a formal education. I was educated in the Montevideo cafe, in the cafes of Montevideo. There, I received my first lessons in the art of telling stories, storytelling.
He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.
I was not only the first woman to become secretary of state, I was the first [U.S.] secretary of state of the 21st century. I was the first secretary of state to own a Web site, to visit Internet cafes, and to make Internet access a part of policy.
She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper." [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!
We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the cafe curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this, with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we're frightened in the face of Doom.
