the spoons jumped off the rack. And a couple of times I've…

The book is like the spoon, scissors, the hammer, the wheel. Once invented, it cannot be improved. You cannot make a spoon that is…

— Umberto Eco

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.”

— T.S. Eliot

One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.

— Oliver Goldsmith

Me and Frosted went to get a drink. But she ordered somethin' bugged, and I ain't know what to think. She ordered potassium, calcium,…

— LL Cool J

You know the John Lennon song 'Imagine'? 'Imagine no possessions, no religion'? That's what it was like in Cambodia. The only thing people had…

— Sophal Ear

“This table is a pigeon trap. A dozen different forks and knives and spoons. Four different goblets. All of them just waiting to be…

— Siri Mitchell

The whole point with type is for you not to be aware it is there. If you remember the shape of a spoon with…

— Adrian Frutiger

But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there…

— Arundhati Roy

We had an abundance of mangoes, papaias and bananas here, but the pride of the islands, the most delicious fruit known to men, cherimoya,…

— Mark Twain

When it rains manna from heaven, some people put up an umbrella. Others reach for a big spoon.

— Peter Drucker

She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,…

— Alexander Pope

“...it's technically impossible for a woman to argue against feminism. Without feminism you wouldn't be allowed to have a debate on a woman's place…

— Caitlin Moran

When we are upset, it’s easy to blame others. However, the true cause of our feelings is within us. For example, imagine yourself as…

— Josei Toda

You know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and…

— Ilona Andrews

Who would die for this chance to be fed this death of pleasure with spoons, in their warm homes, alone, unmoving?

— David Foster Wallace