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“Tacos."
"Tacos?" I echoed.
This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese."
"I know what a taco is!”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“She came awake, stomach rumbling, and opened her eyes to see a plate being held right under her nose.
When she reached for it, Shane snatched it back. 'Nuh-uh. Mine.'
'Share!' she demanded.
'Man, you are one grabby girlfriend.'
She grinned. It always made her feel so fiercly warm inside to hear him say that- the girlfriend part, not the grabby part.
'If you love me, you'll give me a taco.'
'Seriously? That's all you got? What about you'll do sexy, illegal things to me for a taco?'
'Not for a taco,' she said. 'I'm not cheap.'
'They're brisket tacos.'
'Now you're talking.”
― Rachel Caine, Ghost Town

“Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.”
― Rachel Caine, Bitter Blood

“I know," I say. "It sucks. Let's go get tacos and sit on the beach.”
― Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You

“Henry held up his taco- formerly Vlad's- and grinned. " Little known fact, gentlemen. Tacos are the food of genius."
pg248 Henry to Vlad & Joss”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

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― Kelly Sue DeConnick, Bitch Planet, Vol. 1: Extraordinary Machine

“Tacos are like what the voices of a hundred angels singing Bob Dylan while sitting on rainbows and playing banjos would taste like if that sound were edible.”
― Isabel Quintero

“What makes a taco perfect?"
"Beautiful question," Felix said. "It's a taco that tastes as good as the idea of a taco itself. A taco that'll hold steadfast through memory's attempt to erase it, a taco that'll be worthy of the nostalgia that it will cause. A taco that won't satisfy or fill but will satiate your hunger. Not just for tonight but for tacos in general, for food, for life-it-fucking-self, brother. You will feel full to your soul
"But!" he added, a callused index finger pointed straight up at the sky. "It's also a taco that will make you hunger for more tacos like it, for more tacos at all, for food, the joy of it, the beauty of it. A taco that makes you hungry for life and that makes you feel like you have never been more alive. Nothing short of that will do.”
― Adi Alsaid, North of Happy

“At the moment that target was eating tacos his mother had brought in despite hospital orders against outside food.
“Oh, God, this is good,� Sam said as juicy beef and crisp lettuce dribbled out onto the tray on his lap.
“Still not tired of eating?� Connie asked him.
“I will never be tired of eating. I’m going to eat until I’m huge. Food, hot water, clean sheets. At least I’ll get those three in prison.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“Tacos first, then diamonds”
― Jenny Proctor, How to Kiss Your Best Friend

“I want more, I said, putting a hand to my stomach, which rides higher than most know. Closer to the heart. I want the jiang bing that vendor will make when she runs out of nut butter. I don't think she's arrogant. I think she's right. I want to sample jian bing from every cart in Beijing, and I want to taste what those kids are eating at home, what they don't teach in cookbooks at Le Cordon Bleu. There's so much out there--- Helplessly, I said, I haven't even told you how much I love foods wrapped in other foods.
Then tell me.
I tried. I tried. Banh xeo in Hanoi, I said, and duck folded in the translucent bing of northern China. I spoke of tacos in Mexico City: suadero, al pastor, gringas. South Indian dosas as long as my arm, thinner than a rib of a feather. Oh, Aida, I said when I fumbled the names of the chutneys. How can I know all I've ever want? Something will get left out. I was wrong about cilantro.
Tlayudas, she said stubbornly, as if she hadn't heard. Blini. Crêpes.
They're basically French jian bing, I said with a strangled laugh.
Pita sandwiches.
Pickle roll-ups.
Calzone.
Bossam! I yelled, and the dogs barked and the children cheered and the streets of old Milan rang with the imported memory of pork kissed by brine, earthy with Korean bean paste, safe in its bed of red leaf lettuce.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“These. Are. AMAZING," Caroline says around a mouthful of apple cider zeppole. We're at the Logan Square Farmers Market, and have eaten our way around the square. We started with a couple of meat tacos from Cherubs, simply seasoned small cubes of beef on soft steamed corn tortillas, with a garnish of onion, cilantro and lime. A perfect amuse-bouche. Then we shared an insane grilled cheese sandwich, buttery and crispy and filled with gooey, perfectly melted Wisconsin Butterkase cheese. A pork empanada from Pecking Order, with their homemade banana ketchup. A porchetta sandwich from Publican Quality Meats.”
― Stacey Ballis, Recipe for Disaster

“Sorry it took me so long to get back here. I went out front to smoke, and then I saw Angel's truck was unlocked and made myself a burrito with a crushed up fortune cookie inside,' said the only person they knew that would say that, carrying the little grey kitten. He pulled a wet paper fortune out of the beans. 'My burrito says 'Keep your eye on the prize'.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

“Find the person that cherish you as much as you love tacos.”
― Carlos Wallace

“The law can be dirty," she said.

As he well knew, but he wasn't going there. Instead, he let a teasing smile come into his voice. "True. And I can be very dirty, but only when I'm off duty, and only if you ask real nice.”
― Jill Shalvis, Wrapped Up in You

“We've reached that point in the night when we're slinging more drinks than tacos, and the Frankenstein monsters on our menu- which I'd created specifically for the inebriated- are flooding the line. There's the fried egg pork carnitas perfect for a pounding headache, and the barbacoa with bacon and refried beans that soaks up alcohol like a sponge. I watch as one of the waitresses carries out a stack of corn tortillas filled with tripas and potatoes smothered in queso blanco- the holy grail of hangover remedies.”
― Laekan Zea Kemp, Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet

“Steaming meat slides in our direction, Lucas leading it onto a plate before glancing up at the ticket. He reaches for his belt, covering the meat in some orange sauce and then using his gloved hands to load it with toppings from the trays in front of us. There's cilantro, onions, lime wedges, corn salsa, avocados, and chili peppers. Ten different kinds of salsa, all marked with different colored tape that read either PUSSIES, NIÑOS, BADASS MOFOS, or LOCO. I assume they're heat indexes, and Lucas tells me to fill some plastic cups with a few milds, I reach for the salsa marked PUSSIES.
"Whoa, careful." Lucas points to a bottle out of sight.
I pull it to the front and it reads GABACHOS.
"Pen..." Lucas taps the salsa I reached for first. "Took offense to the labels. Now Pussies is the hottest salsa we have.”
― Laekan Zea Kemp, Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet

“Consider living every day like it’s Taco Tuesday.”
― John Kresl

“Tacos are not only for Tuesdays.”
― John Kresl

“Embrace the taco.”
― John Kresl

“There are precious few problems a good taco won't solve.”
― Steve Multer

“We inched past the doughnut stand and were blasted full in the face by taco steam. Not that I was complaining. If all exfoliation steam smelled like tacos, sign me up for a spa day right now.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“Alexander may or may not have peeked out of the kitchen office to make sure Eden actually ate the rest of her Asian fusion abomination. Her delicious Asian fusion abomination.
As much as it bothers him to admit, Alexander has never tasted anything so amazing before. The sauce was tangy, notes of lime coming to the forefront without being overpowering.
The mini pita shells she'd used had been warmed on the skillet, offering a lovely crunchy texture to offset the softness of the Pad Thai.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Life was hard sometimes, but choosing tacos was easy.”
― Liana Brooks, All I Want For Christmas Is A Cryptid

“Ultimately, the taco is a vehicle for food. It is designed, as naan is in India, to aid in transporting food from the plate to the mouth.”
― Aleph Molinari

“Ultimately, the taco is a vehicle for food. It is designed, as naan is in India, to aid in transporting food from the plate to the mouth.”
― Aleph Molinari, Mexico City - Assouline