Quotes About Intoxication

chest. She smelled of wine and fruit.

Booze is the greatest of all equalizers. Rich drunks and poor drunks both pass out the same way.

I have more CDs than 99 percent of America, but fewer CDs than 40 percent of my friends; if an acquaintance has more CDs than me, I feel intimidated and emasculated. I think about my CDs a lot. I find it oddly reassuring to look at them when I'm intoxicated.

And I say no. The problem is the light, the dim light down here. Cupped in the palm of my hand, the cyanide and the wood pill, I can't tell which is which. What's sex and what's death—I can't tell the difference. I ask which one to give her. And Mr. Bacardi leans in to look, both of us breathing hot, damp air into my open hand.

El oxígeno te coloca.

As I readied these luxuriant ablutions, my dearest Katherine said, 'Webster, my darling, the pints of love essence you erupt at the peak of oral passion taste more intoxicating than even the richest European chocolate.' My beloved belched demurely into her fist, swallowed and said, 'All women should taste your delicious emissions.

I don't remember nineteen," Will said. "Or twenty, come to that. I have a very vague recollection of twenty-one—" He laughed. "But you get to a place when you're so high you're not high anymore.

opium, belladonna, and white hellabore.

Two big bottles of this and you wake up in the morning with a pile of vomit in your slippers and six hours pregnant.

What is it about wine, Harry? —What d'ya mean? —What is it that cures us? —Made to glorify the gods. And dull the idiots.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

But language is wine upon his lips

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

His mouth was the only bit of softness on him. Wide and sensual, lips parted slightly in his drugged state, his mouth was profanely beautiful.

He was seething, drunk on his own magnificence

teeming with inebriated ants. In

I can't think of anything worse after a night of drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met, or why they're dead.

POSSIBLE OPENERS AFTER YOU'VE GOTTEN DRUNK AND SLEPT IN YOUR GUY ROOMMATE'S BED (A LIST): 1. Hey, Drew, thanks for letting me sleep in your bed. I hope I didn't puke all over your sheets. 2. What do you mean? I slept in your bed? Really? I don't remember any of it, I was so wasted. 3. Thanks for not trying to molest me.

Half an hour later, the dancing and the liquor and the sweet, heady rush of being eighteen had filled them both with a feverish flush.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters.... But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters... But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

One of the wonderful things about beer is that a little bit, sipped at the proper speed, can give one the courage to do and say things one would ordinarily not have the courage to even dream of doing and saying.

Bobby handed me a Columbian and I took a hit.