A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
- Ernest Hemingway
You said you left Mississippi in 1854," Ron says. He turns to Mamuwalde and asks "Were you a runaway slave?"
"Not at all," Cindy Lou answers. "Daddy freed him."
Ron's jaw almost hits the floor. His wine glass does.
- Daven Anderson
My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.
- Loni Anderson
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
- Aimee Bender
Nothing grows among its pinnacles; there is no shade except under great toadstools of sandstone whose bases have been eaten to the shape of wine glasses by the wind. Everything is flaking, cracking, disintegrating, wearing away in the long, inperceptible weather of time. The ash of ancient volcanic outbursts still sterilizes its soil, and its colors in that waste are the colors that flame in the lonely sunsets on dead planets.
- Loren Eiseley
I would just like to say that opera is no longer about fat people in breastplates shattering wine glasses.
- Lesley Garrett
What do you call a schooner in a wine glass? Port.
- Jarod Kintz
- Ernest Hemingway
You said you left Mississippi in 1854," Ron says. He turns to Mamuwalde and asks "Were you a runaway slave?"
"Not at all," Cindy Lou answers. "Daddy freed him."
Ron's jaw almost hits the floor. His wine glass does.
- Daven Anderson
My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.
- Loni Anderson
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
- Aimee Bender
Nothing grows among its pinnacles; there is no shade except under great toadstools of sandstone whose bases have been eaten to the shape of wine glasses by the wind. Everything is flaking, cracking, disintegrating, wearing away in the long, inperceptible weather of time. The ash of ancient volcanic outbursts still sterilizes its soil, and its colors in that waste are the colors that flame in the lonely sunsets on dead planets.
- Loren Eiseley
I would just like to say that opera is no longer about fat people in breastplates shattering wine glasses.
- Lesley Garrett
What do you call a schooner in a wine glass? Port.
- Jarod Kintz
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