Quotes About Drunk

I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

I didn't show up at the ceremony to collect any of my first three Oscars. Once I went fishing, another time there was a war on, and on another occasion, I remember, I was suddenly taken drunk.

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

They've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter." Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird." Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.

Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

What's going on in your head?" "I don't know," I whisper back. "Then it's like kissing someone who's drunk. It doesn't count.

Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin." It's

Hey, Haymitch, if you're not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin." It's almost funny how quickly the parachute appears above me.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

drunk on my own madness, I cried furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

Ya got cigarettes?" she asks. "Yes," I say, "I got cigarettes." "Matches?" she asks. "Enough to burn Rome." "Whiskey?" "Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain." "You drunk?" "Not yet.

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,look, look at this! but they don't understand, they say something like,you say you've been influenced by Celine? no, I hold the cat up,by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!

The place trembled with sound. I didn't need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be careful. Drunk as they were they could immediately detect any false gesture, any false word. You could never underestimate an audience. They had paid to get in; they had paid for drinks; they intended to get something and if you didn't give it to them they'd run you right into the ocean.

I find that when the pain gets bad enough there are only three things to do — get drunk, kill yourself or laugh. I usually get drunk and laugh.

Time drunk and damp, everything burning, everything wet, everything fine.

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed shot runover de-tailed cat before them and I say, "look, look at this!

I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory.

couldn't understand what was wrong with her or why she did it why she needed whiskey. there was nothing in my life as ugly as she was. now I have been drunk for 40 years and I hear all the voices of those I have known as one voice: "you just aren't yourself when you get drunk, you are one of the meanest drunks I have ever seen, you are disgusting…" well, I don't ask them to hang around and they don't.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

Fo' de Lawd!' he say, 'dat mule drunk! he be'n drinkin' de wine.' En sho' 'nuff, de mule had pas' right by de tub er fraish grape-juice en push' de kiver off'n de bairl, en drunk two er th'ee gallon er de wine w'at had been stan'in' long ernough fer ter begin ter git sha'p.

Credit buying is much like being drunk. The buzz happens immediately and gives you a lift... The hangover comes the day after.

After the crash happened, I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I thought of Mothers Against Drunk Drivers, that they must hate me.