Coffee and Memories of Youth


The stale coffee is boiling up but he catches it before it goes over the side, pours it into a stained cup and blows on the black liquid, lets a panel of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong.

Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx

Tea in Sickness, Coffee in Health


“My mother had brought me up to believe one drank coffee as a matter of course, but tea only in illness.”

Blacklist (V.I. Warshawski Novels) by Sara Paretsky