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“As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.”
― Cassandra Clare

“In spite of really intense competition for the job, I'm still my own worst enemy.”
― Tom Holt

“Look not for too long into the doughnut, lest the doughnut look into you.”
― Tom Holt, The Good, the Bad and the Smug

“You wouldn't think you could get bored falling to your death... But when it's a really, really long drop, there's a definite risk on ennui.”
― Tom Holt, Doughnut

“Fucking delish, I don't care if it's a faggy word, oops, sorry, no offense, sorry again. [i]Delish! Criminy![/i] This is like a cookie, it tastes like a cookie having sex with a doughnut.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“The doughnut was definitely looking at him. Hello, sailor, it seemed to be saying.”
― Tom Holt, The Good, the Bad and the Smug

“Caring about a person is like praying to a doughnut in the darkness.”
― Crispin Best

“Life is like a doughnut. You're either in the dough or in the hole.”
― Nitya Prakash

“If I'm going to die, I want to have my doughnut.”
― Naomi Grace King, The Lights of Isarn

“As soon as she bit into it the lemon flavor burst in her mouth, immediately sweetened by the rosemary. The cornmeal didn't make the doughnut heavy or gritty, but gave it a light earthiness. It was so perfect in its lack of pretension, obviously designed not to impress but to comfort, to extend to the eater a genuine piece of affection.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds: A Novel

“The strong urge to give her the biggest hug I possibly could swamped me. But then our entr茅es came, and sorry, Alice, but they smelled so good I only wanted to hug them. Which I did not do, because then they'd be all over my shirt and not in my mouth. Which was the only place I wanted the beef roll, tender shreds of beef braised in garlic and ginger and soy sauce all chopped up and snuggled tightly inside a flaky, oniony, tender scallion pancake. The effect was something like beef Wellington, but better. Alice and I gobbled it down, using our fingertips to scrape up the last few flakes of pancake in the hot, peppery sauce.
Then we turned to the other dish. "Is this... a doughnut sandwich?" Alice asked, cocking her head and blinking.
"Yes," I said with relish.
Alice's entire face lit up. "Excellent."
And it was. From the outside, it looked like any normal glazed doughnut, shiny with hardened sugar and puffy from the heat. But the chef had sliced it down the middle and filled it with the most delightful combination of ingredients: a salty, savory aged prosciutto-like ham that melted in my mouth; little bits of tart, sweet pickled pineapple, leaves of grassy cilantro. Together, when they came into contact with the sweet, fluffy doughnut, everything crashed into a bite that was sugary and crunchy and tart and spicy and bright, so bright.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot