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“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Some details in life may look insignificant but appear to be vital leitmotifs in a person's life. They may have the value of "Rosebuds" of Citizen Kane or "Madeleine cookies" of Marcel Proust or "Strawberry fields" of the Beatles. People regularly walk down the memory lane of their early youth. The paper boats of their childhood are recurrently floating on the waves of their mind and bring back the mood and the spirit of the early days. They enable us to retreat from the trivial, daily worries and can generate delightful bliss and true joy in a sometimes frantic and chaotic life. ("Paper boats forever" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“There's a cough behind me, and I find Cheeseburger staring anxiously at my box. I glare at Amanda, the Arm-Toucher, and pull out an entire sleeve of Thin Mints. "Here you go, Cheeseburger."

He looks at me in surprise, but then again, that's how he always looks. "Wow. Thanks Anna." Cheeseburger takes the cookies and lumbers toward the stairwell.

Josh is horrified. "Whyareyougivingawaythecookies?”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

“This is like a cookie, it tastes like a cookie having sex with a doughnut.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies."
"We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?"
"Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.”
― Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It

“Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?"
"No! Good God, no!”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wait for You

“She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina.

She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

“I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

“I think I'm nostalgic for a time I never experienced.”
― Erin McCahan, Love and Other Foreign Words

“I had a dream about you. The sky was green and the ground was blue. You spoke a song and I sang my thoughts. We ate lemonade and drank cookies. It all made perfect sense.”
― Melody Sohayegh, Dreaming is for lovers

“Let's stay!" Ivy shouted.
"Oh no you don't," I said, grabbing her arm. "You called me to come get you."
"I changed my mind." She pouted.
"Too bad," I said and started pulling her away. She dug in her heels.
I sighed. "I have cookies in the car," I lied.
Her face brightened.
Drunk girls were idiots.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Nerd

“Who said it was a path? It could have just been artfully strewn cookies. You made it a path by following it, and assuming it had any intention.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Gilded Wolves

“Fructose molecules glycate things 10 times as fast as glucose, generating much more damage. Again, this is another reason why spikes from sugary foods such as cookies (which contain fructose) make us age faster than do spikes from starchy foods such as pasta (which doesn't).”
― Jessie Inchauspé, Glucose Revolution: The Life-Changing Power of Balancing Your Blood Sugar

“The Girl Scouts allow homosexuals and atheists to join their ranks, and they have become a pro-abortion feminist training corps. If the Girl Scouts of America can't get back to teaching real character, perhaps it will be time to look for our cookies elsewhere.”
― Hans Zeiger

“Your house isn't haunted! Your aunt is such a liar. She distracted me with cookies and lies!”
― T.J. Klune, The Extraordinaries

“Cookie!" The kid holds up a carrot with the feathery green still attached to the top.
"Seriously?"
The woman gives me a wide-eyed don't say anything look and walks away fast.”
― Pam Bachorz, Candor

“Maanalainen kolahtaa kuin keksilaatikko,
murut töyssähtävät, tee höyryää
enkä minä Lontoossa mykkänä harpo”
― Hannu Kankaanpää, Yksi toista

“But just so we’re clear, half those cookies are mine.”
― Eli Easton, Hot Pursuit

“When Charlotte got home from work, she found a Tupperware container on her patio table. On it, Mac had taped a note that read, Just because.
She opened the container, and the scent of chocolate and butter burst from it like from a Christmas cracker. She gave a startled laugh. Inside were the biggest chocolate chip cookies she'd ever seen, each the size of her whole hand.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“I ultimately settled on cookies because they're straightforward. Cakes are pretentious and divisive. People either like the frosting or the cake itself. Pastries are yummy, but fussy. They're a bit elitist. But cookies?" She plucked out a piece of ice and sucked on it, momentarily distracting him. Then she wedged it in her cheek and spoke.
"Cookies are like jeans---perfect for everyone. You never see someone picking chocolate out of chocolate chip cookies or scraping the filling out of a macaron. You can dress them up or down. And cookies are adaptable. Take chocolate chip cookies. So many possible add-ins. And don't get me started on sugar cookies---sweetened with brown sugar or powdered sugar or agave or honey. Plus, cookies are portable, no silverware required.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“Welcome to Vanilla Honey," Alisha sang out, sliding a tray of golden-brown scalloped madeleines onto a display shelf. Butterscotch notes of blond chocolate wafted toward her. The flaked sea salt on top balanced the sweetness and lent texture to the airy cookies.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“She gave Honey Babe and Majestic, each named after a breed of peach, a caramel-drenched Girl Scout Samoa, then polished off the rest of the box herself.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“I slid the cookie platter in front of them, which contained the four holiday cookies I'd come up with as well as peach-mango crumble cookies, my special of the day. The buttery, sweet base was topped with a dollop of my homemade peach mango jam, shortbread crumbles, and a generous dusting of powdered sugar.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Blackmail and Bibingka

“Even evil magicians get up in the night and look for cookies, sometimes.”
― Mercedes Lackey

“As Jiminy hopped away, the Blue Fairy spun her wand for one last spell before she tucked it away for a year. In her mind, she conjured the smell of cinnamon and pistachios, of chocolate and buttery sugar. A modest plate appeared on her palm, and she inhaled. "Just like home," she whispered to herself.
With a wave of her arm, she let go of her wand and made for the humble two-storied house with a yellow door. A lemon or two still hung from the trees brushing against the back window, and a bittersweet pang overcame Chiara's heart. It squeezed inside her, filled with excitement and nervousness and wonder.
When she found her courage, she knocked.
At first, she didn't think anyone heard. Then from inside, Niccolo's wife shouted: "It's the girls! They must be back early!"
Footsteps approached, and Chiara held her breath. Niccolo himself answered the door, and let out a gasp.
The expression on her brother's face was one she would treasure all her life. Joy and surprise flooded his eyes as years of forgotten memories came back to him. When he finally cried her name, his voice choked with emotion. "Chiara?"
"I know I'm a few years late," she said, finally letting go of her breath. She smiled at her brother. "But is there room for one more at dinner tonight? I've brought cookies.”
― Elizabeth Lim, When You Wish Upon a Star

“I took a huge bite of a silvana, savoring the contrasting crunchy, chewy, and creamy textures, letting the sweet richness of the buttercream melt in my mouth to give me courage.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Murder and Mamon

“It had been Hero who’d given me his cell number and told me that he owed me one and to call if I needed anything. Getting an IOU from a thirteen-year-old had been wild—what was he going to give me, a box of cookies and a Playstation?”
― Grace McGinty, The Daymakers

“My heart is broken, Nell thinks. But in our family we don't say, "My heart is broken." We say, "Are there any cookies?" One must eat. One must keep busy. One must distract oneself. But why? What for? For whom?”
― Margaret Atwood, Old Babes in the Wood: Stories

“We decorate the heart-shaped snickerdoodles in pink and lilac frosting, topping each one with a tiny rosebud. Roisin brews a pot of passion fruit tea, sweetening it with honey before pouring it over a glass of ice and coconut milk. It turns a cloudy purple color.
"This is a specialty at Petals Tea Shop," Roisin says. "Your auntie Laina named it the Midnight Rose Garden. It's one of my favorites."
"It's wonderful," I say, taking a sip.
It reminds me of family trips I used to take to Hawaii. My parents always said I was such a happy kid and didn't know what went wrong as I grew up. The passion fruit spilling over my tongue transports me back to placid waters--- ones that never whispered. The kind of waves that turtles call home and coral reefs burn bright. The same waves that culled my sunburnt shoulders, kissing my welted flesh and telling me I was okay. I was safe here. The water was safe.
With Roisin, I am safe.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Homemade cookies are one of the best parts of Christmas. It's an absolute fundamental.”
― Dean Koontz, Strangers