Shirley Temple Quotes

“My Chicken can do a special trick!

"And what is that?"

She can lay an egg!

"And what's so special about THAT?!"

Well, Can YOU lay an egg?”
― Shirley Temple

“Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. "But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the 'Good Ship Lollipop'?"
The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. "My grotesque form isn't making you sick with fright?"
We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening," I finally told it, "but not in the sense I think you mean.”
― Katie MacAlister, Sex and the Single Vampire

“Drinking Shirley Temple with my Mary Janes on,
let's say that every possibility waits”
― Lyn Hejinian, My Life

“The martini glass teetered on the edge of the tray. When my waiter handed me the glass, the darker pink of the liquid splashed onto the lighter pink of the tablecloth. Maraschino cherries rimmed the orange slice floating in the center and the grenadine tinted the ice cubes pink.”
― Charlotte Silver, Charlotte Au Chocolat: Memories of a Restaurant Girlhood

“Adults didn't like maraschino cherries; nobody ate them but me. "Never give Charlotte just one cherry in her Shirley Temple," everybody said. "Make it at least five or six." But I tired of cherries, just cherries.
So after a time, lemon, lime, and orange twists snaked around the brims. Dollops of Chantilly cream floated like water lilies on top of mint leaves in the fizzy pink water. The bartenders dipped sugar swizzles in grenadine overnight so they would look like pink rhinestones, capped cocktail straws with berries they had rolled in honey, and looped lemon peels around the stems of martini glasses. Everyone on the staff called those ones "Bondage Shirley Temples," and then they would wink at one another.”
― Charlotte Silver, Charlotte Au Chocolat: Memories of a Restaurant Girlhood