Chic Murray once told me he fell in the street, and a woman said to him, Did you fall? He said, No, I'm tryin' to break a bar of chocolate in my back pocket.
I am not strict vegan, because I'm a hedonist pig. If I see a big chocolate cake that is made with eggs, I'll have it.
I can remember standing in a W. P. A. line with a gunny sack, and I remember having to buy chocolate milk instead of white because it was one cent cheaper.
I made a chocolate cake with white chocolate. Then I took it to a potluck. I stood in line for some cake. They said, "Do you want white cake or chocolate cake?" I said, "yes. "
I like pastels and lighter shades on darker skins. I feel like it lifts everything and accentuates being chocolate.
All you require is adore. But just a little chocolate at times will not damage.
Making chocolate is a way of life, not a profession.
Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.
Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to others.
I love chocolate chip cookies - really anything with chocolate will do!
I owe it all to little chocolate donuts.
Those who have been too long at their labor, who have drunk too long at the cup of voluptuousness, who feel they have become temporarily inhumane, who are tormented by their families, who find life sad and love ephemeral. . . . . . they should all eat chocolate and they will be comforted.
My favourite pudding is a toss-up between cheesecake - proper, New York cheesecake - and apple crumble and custard. Custard is very important, or dark chocolate mousse. Tea: probably Earl Grey, splash of milk.
Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.
…We were born vampires. " "I thought you became –" "— vampires by being bitten? Dear me, no. Oh, we can turn people into vampires, it’s an easy technique, but what would be the point? When you eat… now what is it you eat? Oh yes, chocolate… you don’t want to turn it into another Agnes Nitt, do you? Less chocolate to go around. " He sighed. "Oh dear, superstition, superstition everywhere we turn.
Your hand and your mouth agreed many years ago that, as far as chocolate is concerned, there is no need to involve your brain.
The only real difference between me and chocolate pudding is that I am not a black man.
Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.
The easier an experience, or the more entrenched, or the more familiar, the fainter our sensation of it becomes. This is true of chocolate and marriages and hometowns and narrative structures. Complexities wane, miracles become unremarkable, and if we're not careful, pretty soon we're gazing out at our lives as if through a burlap sack.
Imagine you are trying to lose weight and attempting to concentrate on writing an article, but there is a bowl with your favorite chocolate cookies in your field of vision, a permanent immoral offer. If we are capable of rejecting such offers or to postpone them into the future, then we can also concentrate on that which we currently want to do.