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"I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip."
― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

"How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?"
― Charles de Gaulle

"The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."
― Willie Nelson

"What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?"
― Bertolt Brecht

"Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I'm a happy man."
― George R. R. Martin

"I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. I
summoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind."
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

"Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye"
― Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

"I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?"
― Lisa Samson, Hollywood Nobody

"Age is of no importance unless you're a cheese."
― Billie Burke

"Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted, mostly..."
― Robert Louis Stevenson III

"A silence fell at the mention of Gavard. They all looked at each other cautiously. As they were all rather short of breath by this time, it was the camembert they could smell. This cheese, with its gamy odour, had overpowered the milder smells of the marolles and the limbourg; its power was remarkable. Every now and then, however, a slight whiff, a flute-like note, came from the parmesan, while the bries came into play with their soft, musty smell, the gentle sound, so to speak, of a damp tambourine. The livarot launched into an overwhelming reprise, and the géromé kept up the symphony with a sustained high note."
― Émile Zola, The Belly of Paris

"The government was to raise the duty on cheese to 83 percent, an unpopular move that would doubtless have the more militant citizens picketing cheese shops."
― Jasper Fforde

"A long time ago people believed that the world is flat and the moon is made of green cheese. Some still do, to this day. The man on the moon is looking down and laughing."
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

"Do you want some of this cheese, or shall we just go walking?"
― Pamela Dean

"When the waiter brought the cheese-board, there was a large carrot carved in the shape of a mermaid sitting between the Dolcelatte and the Pecorino. Teo could have sworn that the carrot-mermaid flexed her tail and plunged her little hand inside a smelly Gorgonzola. 'Tyromancy, ye know,' remarked the mermaid. 'The Ancient Art of Divination by Cheese.' Then she pulled her tiny hand out and inspected the green cheese-mold on her tiny fingers. 'Lackaday!' she moaned. 'Stinking! It goes poorly for Venice and Teodora, it do!"
― Michelle Lovric, The Undrowned Child

"The French Code for cheese is ALIVE. The American Code for cheese, on the other hand, is DEAD."
― G. Clotaire Rapaille

"...'All this suffering,' I said, 'and nothing but greed and violence to build on when the war is over.'
'Have another soda-mint,' said Charles.
I had one. Then I said, 'Why are we here? That's what I don't understand. Why be here at all when it all has to be so beastly?'
'I suppose we just came, like mould on cheese.'
'Then why do we want to be happy? Mould on cheese doesn't want to be happy.' ..."
― Joyce Dennys, Henrietta Sees It Through: More News from the Home Front 1942-1945

"Presuming that these details be taken into account, I may have more precisely – and perhaps interestingly – utilized a visual comparative to their singularity's emordnilap instead. If not for said rodents generally behaving with even greater stealth than Natalie's recent approach to her brother's birthday, thereby making it a particularly difficult exercise in which to envisage an apt sample of their total.

If for instance, I'd suggested that, "This should require roughly as number the rats that one might reasonably expect to find gadding about inside an abandoned, yet abundantly stockpiled grain and cheese warehouse," you might likewise consider it instructive to discover that their population in this very case would not only offset the number of stars by that which my initial estimation left me short; but easily swell to a surplus by again as much, given that a single pair of the noted grain and dairy connoisseurs can propagate as many as 15,000 young per year – once the offspring of their offspring's offspring and so forth are tallied – notwithstanding an annual mortality rate of 95%. So despite a pitiable reality that only a small minority of pups survive to join a mischief, ample multitudes of the remaining gourmands would gladly help themselves to such a copious buffet of forsaken delectability.

It should be next noted that – given a statistical conformity to the law of averages – these details being mentioned are in fact, all facts."
― Monte Souder (Rat Luck: Vol I)

"If God didn't want us to be happy, he wouldn't have invented cheese."
― Kilby Blades, The Secret Ingredient

"He had rested the pistol on the bark between them and had mumbled at her through the bread and cheese. "How would you shoot yourself behind your right ear? Go on, Cordelia—show."
― P.D. James, An Unsuitable Job for a Woman

"She cut me a piece of the cheese and handed it to me---"The Dorset," she said---and it tasted like butter but dirtier, and maybe like the chanterelles she kept touching. She handed me a grape and when I bit it I found the seeds with my tongue and moved them to the side, spit them into my hand. I saw purple vines fattening in the sun.
"It's like the seasons, but in my mouth," I said. She humored me. She cracked whole walnuts with a pair of silver nutcrackers. The skins on the nuts felt like gossamer wrappings."
― Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter

"My brain is like Swiss cheese."
― Steven Magee

"He chopped a garlic, set a pot of water to boil on the stove, and poured a healthy amount of kosher salt into it. He threw the garlic in a pan of olive oil and let it sizzle for just a minute before taking it off the heat. The smell began to relax all of them and Gretchen and Jane settled themselves at his counter and watched him cook. He poured them both large glasses of red wine and watched as their bodies physically relaxed. He could see the tightness in Jane's jaw go away and he smiled. It was hard to feel bad about the world when the air smelled like garlic, when pasta and cheese were being prepared, when you had a good glass of red.
Sautéed garlic could save the world.

"I call this my bad day pasta," he told them. "It's a carbonara-cacio e pepe hybrid. Tons of cheese and salt and pepper." He cut off two slices of Parmesan and handed one to each of them. He knew the crunchy crystals and salt would go great with the wine. He whisked the egg and stirred in the cheese. He reserved some pasta water. He cranked his pepper mill. He swirled the pasta into a warm bowl as he added the egg mixture until it was shiny and coated.
Jane took a sip of her wine and watched Teddy. "Mike doesn't eat pasta," she said. Teddy took three shallow bowls out of his cabinet and set them on the table. He distributed the pasta among them, sprinkled them with extra cheese and pepper.
"Anyone who doesn't eat pasta is suspect in my book," he said.
"Amen," Gretchen said."
― Jennifer Close, Marrying the Ketchups

"How can I walk by a window full of wheels of cheese and feel nothing? I don't even know myself anymore."
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

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