cheese

You know you want meI can be your mouth's delightYou don't have to work hard to impress meMy price is just rightSo join me on this rideAnd let's get cheesy all day and night - Pizza

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.

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?

Is it better to have bronze than copper and tin separately? Is this the marker of some historic advance?

...Minnesota, Wisconsin, all around there... has the kind of women I liked when I was younger. Pale-skinned and blue-eyed, hair so fair it's almost white, wine-colored lips, and round, full breasts with the veins running through them like a good cheese.

How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?

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!

I pondered what else I should take for him. Flowers seemed wrong; they're a love token, after all. I looked in the fridge, and popped a packet of cheese slices into the bag. All men like cheese.

I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. Isummoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.

My idea of heaven used to be relaxing at home with a cheese plate and champagne.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

How can anyone govern a nation that has two hundred and forty-six different kinds of cheese?

My mom has a rare talent for being able to open up the refrigerator, and with the peas, the leftover eggs, the cream, the spinach, the cheese, and a little rice, she can just whip up incredible risotto.

In the hands of food manufacturers, cheese has become an 'ingredient.'

I always preferred my father's pasta the next day, when he'd put it in a hot oven with heaps of extra cheese. It would emerge slightly burned and very crisp on top.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

My whole family is lactose intolerant and when we take pictures we can't say cheese.

Age is not important unless you're a cheese.