“For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!”

“Death, go somewhere, get lost! I’m not done as yet –
Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.”

“A cup of kindness is better than a whole bottle of mercy can be.”

“My little cup brims with tiddles.”

“Coffee isn't my cup of tea.”

“Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.”

“A cup of tea would restore my normality."

[]”

“[T]he Kirk of Scotland as at present guidit […] is a kind o' Papery wi' fifty Papes instead o' ane.”

“My dear children!"
Nellie whopped him upside the head with her backpack.
"Ow!" Uncle Alistair curled over, cupping his hand over his good eye.
"Nellie!" Amy said.
"Sorry," Nellie muttered. "I thought he was one of the bad guys.”

“My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the psalms.”