Cookies Quotes

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Neil Gaiman
“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Stephanie Perkins
“There's a cough behind me, and I find Cheeseburger staring anxiously at my box. I glare at Amanda, the Arm-Toucher, and pull out an entire sleeve of Thin Mints. "Here you go, Cheeseburger."

He looks at me in surprise, but then again, that's how he always looks. "Wow. Thanks Anna." Cheeseburger takes the cookies and lumbers toward the stairwell.

Josh is horrified. "Whyareyougivingawaythecookies?”
Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

Daniel Handler
“This is like a cookie, it tastes like a cookie having sex with a doughnut.”
Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

Susan Beth Pfeffer
“What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies."
"We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?"
"Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.”
Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It

Charles M. Schulz
“Empty?! You took all the cookies!"
"They were crying to get out of the jar... Cookies get claustrophobia too, you know!”
Charles M. Schulz

Jennifer L. Armentrout
“Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?"
"No! Good God, no!”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wait for You

Sarah Addison Allen
“She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina.

She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.”
Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

Erin McCahan
“I think I'm nostalgic for a time I never experienced.”
Erin McCahan, Love and Other Foreign Words

Crystal Woods
“I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.”
Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

“The Girl Scouts allow homosexuals and atheists to join their ranks, and they have become a pro-abortion feminist training corps. If the Girl Scouts of America can't get back to teaching real character, perhaps it will be time to look for our cookies elsewhere.”
Hans Zeiger

“I had a dream about you. The sky was green and the ground was blue. You spoke a song and I sang my thoughts. We ate lemonade and drank cookies. It all made perfect sense.”
Melody Sohayegh, Dreaming is for lovers

Pam Bachorz
“Cookie!" The kid holds up a carrot with the feathery green still attached to the top.
The woman gives me a wide-eyed don't say anything look and walks away fast.”
Pam Bachorz, Candor

“Count your cookies, not your problems.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

“Early bird gets the worm. But cookie taste better than worm. So me sleep in.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

Hannu Kankaanpää
“Maanalainen kolahtaa kuin keksilaatikko,
murut töyssähtävät, tee höyryää
enkä minä Lontoossa mykkänä harpo”
Hannu Kankaanpää, Yksi toista

Diana Abu-Jaber
“How would you feel about doing a little something in the kitchen?" Avis asks tentatively. Brian laughs. He used to assist her before they had children, before she hired helpers, but she was impatient with him: he made mistakes- forgot to time the roasting almonds, or failed to sift the cake flour, or let the chocolate seize. Still, he accepts an apron and ties it on, smiling at the sense of the occasion. He rests his knuckles on his hips. "Ready as I'll ever be."
The first recipe is ancient, written on a card in her mother's sloping hand- though her mother never actually made it. A list: eggs, brown sugar, vanilla, flour, chocolate chips. Over the course of the day, Avis and Brian fill the cooling racks with cookies: oatmeal raisin, molasses, butterscotch, peanut butter, and chocolate chip. Humble, crude, lightly crisp and filigreed at the edges, butter, salt, and sweetness at the centers. Avis samples batches with Brian. They stand near each other, immersed in the good, clean silence of work.”
Diana Abu-Jaber, Birds of Paradise

Lea Doué
“Your little ladybug tried to seduce me with a cookie.”
Lea Doué, The Midsummer Captives

Susan Mallery
“She hadn't wanted to make plain cinnamon cookies. She'd wanted to blend in ginger and try something fun like rosewater. She'd thought about going to the market and buying fresh spring vegetables, then making a red wine risotto with the crunchy, delicious vegetables served with a perfect roasted chicken stuffed with garlic and spices.”
Susan Mallery, Already Home

Vladimir Nabokov
“The clichés are, of course, disguised; essentially, they are the same throughout all cheap reading matter, whether it spans the universe or the living room. They are like those 'assorted' cookies that differ from one another only in shape and shade.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lance

“If sad, eat cookie. If still sad, talk to doctor. Sounds serious.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

“No cry because cookie is finished. Smile because cookie happened.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

“Speak softly and carry big cookie. Big enough to share with a good friend.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

Diana Abu-Jaber
“Avis puts aside the 'Saint-Honore' and decides to embark on a new pastry. She's assembling ingredients when the phone rings in the next room. She ignores it as she arranges her new mise en place. This recipe is constructed on a foundation of hazelnuts- roasted, then roughed in a towel to help remove skins. These are ground into a gianduja paste with shaved chocolate, which she would normally prepare in her food processor, but today she would rather smash it together by hand, using a meat tenderizer on a chopping block. She pounds away and only stops when she hears something that turns out to be Nina's voice on the answering machine:
"Ven, Avis, you ignoring me? Contesta el telefono! I know you're there. Ay, you know what- you're totally impossible to work for..."
Avis starts pounding again. Her assistants never last more than a year or two before something like this happens. They go stale, she thinks: everything needs to be turned over. Composted.
She feels invigorated, punitive and steely as she moves through the steps of the recipe. It was from one of her mother's relatives, perhaps even Avis's grandmother- black bittersweets- a kind of cookie requiring slow melting in a double boiler, then baking, layering, and torching, hours of work simply to result in nine dark squares of chocolate and gianduja tucked within pieces of 'pate sucree.' The chocolate is a hard, intense flavor against the rich hazelnut and the wisps of sweet crust- a startling cookie. Geraldine theorized that the cookie must have been invented to give to enemies: something exquisitely delicious with a tiny yield. The irony, from Avis's professional perspective was that while one might torment enemies with too little, it also exacted an enormous labor for such a small revenge.”
Diana Abu-Jaber, Birds of Paradise

“Sometimes I think, what is friend? And me think, friend someone you give up last cookie for.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

“Keep calm and eat cookies.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

“Home is where heart is. Heart where cookie is. Math clear: Home is cookie.”
Cookie Monster, The Joy of Cookies: Cookie Monster's Guide to Life

Monty Oum
“I was just thinking if the moon was a giant cookie, it’d be so filling.”
Monty Oum, RWBY Official Manga Anthology Vol. 1: Red Like Roses

Diana Abu-Jaber
“A cookie, Avis told her children, is a soul. She held up the wafer, its edges shimmering with ruby-dark sugar. "You think it looks like a tiny thing, right? Just a little nothing. But then you take a bite."
Four-year-old Felice lifted her face. Avis fanned her daughter's eyes closed with her fingertips and placed it in Felice's mouth. Felice opened her sheer eyes. Lamb slid his orange length against her ankles. Avis handed a cookie to eight-year-old Stanley, who held it up to his nose. "Does that taste good?" she asked. Felice nodded and opened her mouth again.
"It smells like flowers," Stanley said.
"Yes." Avis paused, a cookie balanced on her spatula. "That's the rosewater. Good palate, darling."
"Mermaids eat roses," Felice said. "Then they melt.”
Diana Abu-Jaber, Birds of Paradise

“What good is having all of the cookies when you can't eat anymore?”
Anthony T. Hincks

Cecilia Galante
“I want to have a case of breads over there- whole wheat, rye- and English muffins, and cranberry-nut, blueberry-lemon, and white chocolate raspberry muffins over there. I want a table in the middle filled with nothing but cookies- the dark-chocolate-walnut-toffee ones, coconut macaroons, peanut butter drops with the little Hershey's Kisses in the middle, and sugar cookies. And then on the left, I'm thinking pies: apple, peach, and cherry daily, and maybe chocolate cream espresso for special occasions. Plus, I want to have a wall for all different kinds of specials. Maybe a certain bread- like Irish soda bread for St. Patrick's Day, fruitcake for Christmas, or challah bread for Passover- whatever.”
Cecilia Galante, The Sweetness of Salt

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