Quotes About Alcohol

Man searches for courage in drink, but it is not courage that he finds, it is fear that he loses. A drunken man may step off a cliff. That does not make him brave, just forgetful.

So what's Pakistan like? she asked. I told her Pakistan was many things, from seaside to desert to farmland stretched between rivers and canals; I told her that I had driven with my parents and my brother to China on the Karakoram Highway, passing along the bottoms of valleys higher than the tops of the Alps; I told her that alcohol was illegal for Muslims to buy and so I had a Christian bootlegger who delivered booze to my house in a Suzuki pickup.

Years of alcohol can do that to a person, make him dead but not departed, make him indelible to those who have had the misfortune of sharing his name.

She would drink until the trembling stopped. Then she would wilt over the piano like one of Celia's spinaches when Tam Lin forgot to water the garden.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

Alcohol] cures everything, except for stupidity, which is an epidemic on the rise.

Se bebe para recordar y se escribe para olvidar.» —A

Don't you feel like a little glass of rum? It's Cuban, like all the good stuff that kills you.

Se bebe para recordar y se escribe para olvidar.

One drinks to remember, and one writes to forget.

Mit dem Schnaps ist es wie mit dem Rattengift oder der Großzügigkeit: Je häufiger die Anwendung, desto geringer die Wirkung.

She starts out with pork-n-beans right out of the can, adds some kidney beans, a pound of bacon, and a pint of chopped-up ham, peppers, onions, and spicy barbecue sauce, but that's not her secret. It's a double shot of Jack Daniels and a tablespoon of red pepper flakes. That's her secret-and it makes the beans

The loneliness in him was so keen that he was filled with terror. Usually he had a pint of bootleg white lightning. He drank the raw liquor and by daylight he was warm and relaxed.

The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

I must have been one of the few New Lads who was teetotal.

When I sell liquor, it's called bootlegging; when my patrons serve it on Lake Shore Drive, it's called hospitality.

Clubs are so lame. Nobody even dances at these clubs. They stand around and get drunk and they schmooze. There is no enjoyment factor.

Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.

Aside from the martini, the mint julep may be the most iconic cocktail in America.

She had been busy until two o'clock in the morning, her husband said, serving miners who had already been drunk for several hours and had divided into two hostile groups.

It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.

The immediate occasion of this practice was the lowness of wages, which at that time would not allow them to indulge in ale or spirits, and wages rising, it may be thought that this practice would cease; but as I do not readily believe that any man having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium will afterwards descend to the gross and mortal enjoyments of alcohol, I take it for granted, That those eat now who never ate before; And those who always ate, now eat the more.

Whiskey claims to itself alone the exclusive office of sot-making.

The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.