The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese— Steven Wright
Joyful Wine And Cheese quotations
Age is no importance unless you are a cheese.
Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.
Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.
In wine, there's truth.
Southern barbecue is the closest thing we have in the US to Europe’s wines or cheeses; drive a hundred miles and the barbecue changes.
Food without wine is a corpse; wine without food is a ghost; united and well matched they are as body and soul, living partners.
In France, I learned about wine and cheese.
Give a man a bottle of wine, he drinks for a day. Teach a man to make wine, he'll always have lots of friends
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine
I started running around my 30th birthday.
I wanted to lose weight; I didn't anticipate the serenity. Being in motion, suddenly my body was busy and so my head could work out some issues I had swept under a carpet of wine and cheese. Good therapy, that's a good run.
The second mouse gets the cheese!
Coffee keeps me busy until it is acceptable to drink wine
Cheese, wine, and a friend must be old to be good.
I enjoyed retirement the right way linguine con vongole, red wine and plenty of truffle cheese.
I had cottage cheese for lunch and a glass of wine when I got home tonight.
Good wine is a necessity of life for me.
Being vintage like a fine wine Should make you proud of being old And being mature like a cheese Certainly explains the mould! Fester on undaunted into your 7th decade
I don't really believe in vices. I love wine and cheese and chocolate, but they're what make life fun. They're a pleasure and an important part of living.
The bread and the pastry, the cheeses and wine, and the sugar go into the Supper of the lamb because we do. It is our love that brings the city home. It is I grant you, an incautious and extravagant hope. But only outlandish hopes can make themselves at home.
Spilling a glass of wine is the adult equivalent of letting of go a balloon.
I didn't have a sweet tooth, but I liked butter, and I liked sauces, and I liked wine and curry and cheeses.
I eat excellent bread, clean meat, good crisp veggies, organic fruits and nice wine and cheese. It is one of the things I am truly grateful for. I'm not kidding. You can't ask a single mother of three working two jobs for minimum wage to eat that way. I am lucky.
My wife and I love to host wine and cheese parties.
They are simple and elegant and you don't have to put a lot of effort and time into it.
There is no losing in jiu jitsu. You either win or you learn.
The cheese and wine party has the form of friendship without the warmth and devotion. It is a device either for getting rid of social obligations hurriedly en mass, or for making overtures towards more serious social relationships, as in the etiquette of whoring.
The French are sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like people's feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine, they gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own wimpy language.
First, he says, you have to go out into the world.
This is not a simple matter of going outside one's door. No, that is simply going out. That's what one does when one is on the way to the store to buy a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of wine. When one goes out into the world, one is shedding preconceptions of past paths and ideas of past paths, and trying to move freely through an unsubstantiated and new geography.