Quotes About Intoxication

Getting drunk is, uh...getting drunk, you're in complete control...up to a point. It's your choice,every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like...I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation.

There's no death wish. Ironically, it's the opposite. We're after an enhanced sense of life. We trip over death, but don't take it. The process, the ritual of this, is all for the thrill and the power from the pleasure that seeps into every part of you during dying and surfacing. The intoxication is nearly impossible to fight.

He was your usual man when it came to romance, which is to say he couldn't recite Baa Baa Black Sheep when sober, whereas when drunk, sixteen cantos of Byron's Don Juan was par for the course.

So tonight I'm, pursuing more commercial joys around the bedpost. And I plan to get drunk as a skunk.

I'm drunk on the fiery elixer of beauty.

Beauty intoxicates the eye, as wine does the body; both are morally fatal if indulged.

That's the beauty of alcohol. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.

The best way to avoid a hangover is to stay drunk.

Wine, it's in my veins and I can't get it out.

Finally, and almost simultaneously, the children discovered what it was like to be drunk. "Do they like doing this?" gasped Roger, after vomiting copiously. "Yes," said Lyra, in the same condition. "And so do I," she added stubbornly. Lyra

Now, I'm very vulnerable to female beauty, as you know. Everybody's defenseless against something, and that's it for me. I see it and it blinds me to everything else.

I'm so drunk my head doesn't even need my neck.

Get shitfaced, then face the shit.

We were walking home late from a bar—and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble—and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

Was it with a clear mind that she believed in us, or was it just the booze talking?

Follow seven beers with a couple of scotches and a thimble of marijuana, and it's funny how sleep sort of just comes…I'm now told that this is not called 'going to sleep' but rather 'passing out,' a phrase that carries a distinct hint of judgement.

As the Brooklyn Eagle noted in 1873, speaking no doubt from experience, Milk Punch is "the surest thing in the world to get drunk on, and so fearfully drunk, that you won't know whether you are a cow, yourself, or some other foolish thing.

Alcohol makes you stupid.

Two hours later you might take the room for a battlefield after the fight. Broken glasses, serviettes crumpled and torn to rags lie strewn about among the nauseous-looking remnants of food on the dishes. There is an uproar that stuns you, jesting toasts, a fire of witticisms and bad jokes; faces are empurpled, eyes inflamed and expressionless, unintentional confidences tell you the whole truth.

Rien ne grise comme le vin du malheur.

sense of safety was tingling in his veins like a generous wine

Just as the flâneur wanders the Parisian Grands Boulevards, allowing disparate, shocklike experiences to be inscribed on his body even as they resonate in his memory, so the 'assistant' type, in a state of intoxication akin to a mystical trance, wanders through the Kafkan universe. In their blithe and groundless transparency, such figures alone seem capable of bringing to consciousness the alienating character of historical conditions.

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

drunk enough on earth's liquors to relish the prospect of the knife.