Quotes About Drinking

What have you gotten me into?" I hissed at him. "Me? What have you gotten yourself into? Couldn't I have just picked you up at the police station for underage drinking, like most fathers?

Well...I'm on birth control" I was drinking the water again and choked on it. It took several moments of coughing before I could gasp out. "What?" "It takes a while for it to start working, so I figured I should be prepared, just in case." "Just in case," I repeated, still dumbfounded.

Too bad I couldn't take Hopper out drinking with me. He could have become Bar Hopper.

Can't you get me some swank bachelor's pad like Keith has downtown so I can party with all the rich vacationers? Drinking alone is sad and pathetic. I need people. Even human people.

I drank some whiskey. When you've been nursing it out of a bottle neck, a glass and ice seems like being on the wagon.

His face went sullen and his breathing grew loud. He had more of the Hamm's. He had more of the Hamm's again. My neck was hurting so bad I thought it would go into spasm.

EB: Perhaps it's her way of rebelling. You know a thing or two about rebellion, I think. NW: Yes, but I did it the proper way. I drank and smoked and took lovers. Who rebels with mathematics?

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.

He thought to himself now that if ever he went into the brewing business his posters would have written across the top Bowen's Beer, and then underneath that in the middle a picture of Mrs. Knowles driniking a lot of it and falling about, and then across the bottom in bold or salient lettering the words Makes You Drunk.

Javisst drikker jeg. Det er så kjedelig bare å spise...

You've been thinking and I've been drinking.

Tea is more than an idealization of the form of drinking; it is a religion of the art of life.

I was the guy at the end of the bar all hunched up and trying to disappear into his overcoat. Flattened hat on worn bar top. Hank of hair dangling over the face of a born lemon-sucker. They were all my breed. My people. Drinking alone or in even lonelier pairs. The guilty. The condemned. The

The fact that even innovative art grows cordial over time is a catastrophe that makes groundbreaking young musicians with drinking problems for good reasons know they can't be gods with giant amps despite the bliss that animates them when they're trying hard.

My entire social life is spent in bars, so I don't see giving up drinking as a viable option. Could you see me saying, 'Tomato juice please?'

My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

I gave up drinking once -- it was the worst afternoon of my entire life.

As for asking me have I ever felt remorse after drinking, I have been living with remorse for years now. She wakes me up every morning. She puts me to bed at night and yea though I run through the valley of Oxford St to the Coach & Horses she is by my side.

I once had to dispense with a literary agent because she drank too much. She was very surprised but I pointed out to her, quite logically I thought, that one of us had to be sober and it certainly wan't going to be me.

People drink more when they're sad.

That's right, you got a divorce. You remarried— what about your present husband?" "He died last year." "You go through 'em," Nicolet said. "What kind of work did he do?" "He drank," Jackie said.

The Kenyan Cowboys strive to carry on this [Happy Valley] tradition, mainly through drinking and such activities as putting "butter pats on the carnations on the dinner table and throwing them up at the ceiling to see if they will stick".

My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they're going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drinking.

When I was a teenager, we used to cross over to Juárez every weekend. J-Town always had a reputation as a good place to party. It still does. Hey, it's the birthplace of the famous margarita cocktail. Back then, Spanish rock was just starting up and they had some good live bands there on weekends. A carload of us would go drinking and carousing. The worst that would happen was the cops would stop us because we were kids and all hammered.