“I type 40 words per minute on a normal computer with my left foot. And with two cups of coffee, I can do 53 words per minute.” I CanTwoLeftCan DoFeetMinutesTypeNormalComputerCoffeeCupsCoffee Cup Author:Nick Vujicic
“It is a dreadful thing to see the dead city. Next to the port I found children, women, the old, waiting for a way to leave. I entered the houses, there were houses where the coffee and pita bread were left on the table, and I could not avoid [thinking] that this, indeed, had been the picture in many Jewish towns [i.e., in Europe, during World War II].” ThinkingWorldWayChildrenWarNextFoundHouseLeftWaitingCitiesEuropeTownsTablesCoffeeBreadWar Of The WorldsWorld War IiWorld War IPort Author:Golda Meir
“You don't let a guy put his hand on your chest, and put his foot on the ball and look into your eyes and tell you a bedtime story. No. sorry. He controlled the ball on his chest, step on it, look, see if someone was in the stands, take a coffee, turn, call his family, no one was answering, left a message, and then thought "Oh, I might cross the ball." He crossed it and they scored.” IfsLooksStoriesHandsMightEyeGuyTurnsLeftStepsFeetMessagesCrossesBallsSorryCoffeeControlledChestsBedtimeBedtime Stories Author:Thierry Henry
“I spend a lot of time loathing the sentences that I put down on the page. Once I'm past that phase, it doesn't really matter what the routine is (coffee shop, someone else's house, my dining room table), I'm pretty fast. I go back to the start of whatever I'm working on, every half hour or so, and revise my way back to where I left off. I have my headphones on, I'm checking email, I look at Twitter and Tumblr, and drink a lot of coffee. I need a lot of distraction to work.” WayNeedsLooksMatterPastHouseLeftHoursRoomsHalfDrinkPagesTablesSentencesCoffeeMy WayShopsRoutineDistractionPhasesEmailLoathingDiningHalf HoursCoffee ShopHeadphonesDining Rooms Author:Kelly Link
“Real isn't what they try to tell you. Time isn't. Grown-ups hammer down all these markers, bells, schedules, coffee-breaks, to stake down time so you'll start believing it's something small and mean, something that scrapes flake after flake off of everything you love till there's nothing left; to stake you down so you don't lift off and fly away, somersaulting through whirlpools of months, skimming through eddies of glittering seconds, pouring handfuls of hours over your upturned face.” TryingBelieveMeanRealFacesLeftHoursBreakMonthsCoffeeLiftsOver YouSecondsStakesBellsSchedulesHammersHandfulPouringFly AwayMarkersFlakesWhirlpoolsDown TimeSkimmingCoffee Break Book:The Secret Place: Dublin Murder Squad: 5 Source: The Secret Place: Dublin Murder Squad: 5