Kaffe er spesielt viktig for folk som liker å få ting gjort. Og hva er vel bedre stimuli for de små grå når du sitter og meisler ut ditt neste litterære mesterverk (eller skriver en e-post på jobb, for den saks skyld)?
Dette er kanskje mye av grunnen til at kaffe har en spesiell plass i hjertene til mange av verdenshistoriens største og viktigste forfattere. Visste du at kaffe er nevnt hele 84 ganger i boken The Goldfinch av Donna Tartt? Eller at Immanuel Kant høylytt erklærte at han ikke kunne jobbe uten kaffe? Her har vi samlet noen av våre favoritt-sitater om kaffe fra litteraturens verden.
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.” Virginia Woolf – The Waves
“Good. Coffee is good for you. It’s the caffeine in it. Caffeine, we are here. Caffeine puts a man on her horse and a woman in his grave.” Ernest Hemingway ― The Sun Also Rises
“That’s something that annoys the hell out of me – I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.” JD Salinger – The Catcher in the Rye
“I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now.” Louisa May Alcott – Little Women
“Around nine Oshima roars up in his Miata, and we get the library ready to open. He’s taught me how to do it just right. You grind the beans by hand, boil some water in a narrow-spouted pot, let it sit for a while, then slowly – and I mean slowly – pour the water through a paper filter. When the coffee’s ready Oshima puts in the smallest pinch of sugar, just for show, basically, but no cream – the best way, he insists. I make myself some Earl Grey tea.” Haruki Murakami – Kafka on the Shore
“Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.” Terry Pratchett. ― Thud!
“I went out the kitchen to make coffee – yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The life blood of tired men.” Raymond Chandler ― The Long Goodbye
“For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” T.S. Eliot ― The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock