“He is the cheese to my macaroni.”

“Grief is when you feel so helpless and stupid that you think nothing will ever be right again, and your macaroni and cheese tastes like sawdust, and you can't even jerk off because it seems like too much trouble.”

“Don’t eat cheese. There are a million things to eat that are not cheese.”

“Yankee Doodle came to town
Riding on a pony;
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni.”

“… When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occassional cheese dip.”

“Being vegetarian was easy for me. The hard part was going on the road. The team was always stopping at steakhouses and places where I couldn’t really eat anything. Meat seemed nasty to me because I never had it growing up. But I would end up eating a whole plate of fries, mashed potatoes, or macaroni and cheese instead. At home, my mom would make things that—we would never really know how she made it, but it tasted good, and it was vegetarian. Now, I’ve changed my diet from vegetarian to mostly [raw] vegan.”

“Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.”

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

“The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single.”

“In the star-filled dark we cook
Our macaroni and eat
By lantern light. Stars cluster
Around our table like fireflies.”