Quotes About Intoxication

A drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts.

Booze makes you loud. It's written on the label: "Alcohol percent by volume."

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

Yes, from drinking too much beer and generally being a tyrannical egomaniac.

It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

Actually, it only takes one drink to get me loaded. Trouble is, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or fourteenth.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

Wine often makes people say things, do things without the distraction of a conscience.

When playing either quarter pitch or spinners, you can go through a case of beer in twenty minutes. It's fun and it's deadly.

the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.

Love is like wine. To sip is fine, but to empty the bottle is a headache.

We Persians have a saying that one should deliberate serious matters first drunk, then sober.

The tea and the cookie were remarkably bland - flavourless, to be honest - but when swallowed, they produced a mild intoxication, a torpor of reason that allowed him to embrace a parley with a dead man as the natural order of things.

He was smoking his joint now, and it was having no effect upon him.

poppy in wine.

What does wine do to men?" "It makes them more foolish at a higher volume.

She hadn't planned on having another beer, but then...when did she ever plan to drink another one? They usually just followed one after the other like stepping stones set into a stream, and she hopped along them one at a time until she lost her balance and fell into the drink.

They say "Wine is Satan's falcon,"; apparently he uses it in hunting men!

He gorged himself on sugar and alcohol—it was the quickest way to gain weight, and he liked the feeling of inebriation.

Hovering wasps and bees drilled into the moist nectar oozing from the rotting pears, then flew off and circled in drunken euphoria, wasted in the Garden of Eden.

It's the drunkenness of all the new things that can be.

And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the night, with visions of death from the afternoon and dreams of death in the coming dawn, the night filled with a monstrous and temporary glittering joy, fat moments, thick seconds dropping like warm rain, jewel after jewel.