The air is hot and rich with the scent of chocolate. Quite unlike the white powdery chocolate I knew as a boy, this has a throaty richness like the perfumed beans from the coffee stall on the market, a redolence of amaretto and tiramisù, a smoky, burned flavor that enters my mouth somehow and makes it water. There is a silver jug of the stuff on the counter, from which a vapor rises. I recall that I have not breakfasted this morning.
All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.
Charles M. Schultz
Strength is the capacity to break a Hershey bar into four pieces with your bare hands – and then eat just one of the pieces.
Don’t wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty.
Chocolate isn’t like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant.
And it always feels good.
If there’s no chocolate in Heaven, I’m not going.