I remember he used to like to go have coffee with the guys at the old Snack House,

I like to check on the position of the sharks with my coffee every morning.

I like my coffee black, my beer from Germany, wine from Burgundy, the darker, the better. I like my heroes complicated and brooding, James Dean in oiled leather, leaning on a motorcycle. You know the color. ("Ode to Chocolate")

We're both here because of our grandchildren. It feels like a word-of-mouth thing. Everybody I meet is saying they had to be here.

I asked her, 'Are you following the Cindy Sheehan story?' She was.

Thank you for your coffee, seignor. I shall miss that when we leave Casablanca.