Quotes About Barroom

It was down in Jake's old barroom Behind the Patsies' park; Jake was settin' 'em up as usual And the night was agittin' dark. At the bar stood ole Verne Mackenzie, And his eyes was bloodshot red

Short of a shotgun, a pool cue is the best barroom weapon ever invented. Short enough to be handy, long enough to be useful, made out of fine hardwood and nicely weighted with lead.

I was impressed by her boldness—back in Mystic Falls, only women of ill repute would ever enter a barroom. But as I was fast realizing, New Orleans wasn't Mystic Falls.

We hadn't yet mentioned our names. We probably wouldn't. In barrooms I lived this over and over.

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We'd all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we'd all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

Hoarding and wasting kept them out of Heaven And brought them to this barroom brawl; I won't try to prettify it with words.