Quotes About Gin

When Julia Child was asked to what she credited her longevity, she replied, "Red meat and gin."

I exercise self-control and never touch any beverage stronger than gin before breakfast.

The staunch, old soakers, on the other hand men who, if put on tap, would have yielded a red alcoholic liquor, by way of blood usually confined themselves to plain brandy-and-water, gin, or West India rum; and

She would hear the verbal balancing act: urgency mixed like gin amid the tonic of consideration.

It was a mocking laugh, imperious even; spiked with the cheap gin of cruelty, but diluted with a splash of amusement, garnished with a sprig of pity; and he soaked me with it, as if he'd emptied a rotgut punch bowl over my head.

In here, Phryne, is the nursery. Do you like babies? Phryne laughed. No, not at all. they are not aesthetic like a puppy or a kitten. In fact, they always look drunk to me. look at that one---you'd swear he had been hitting the gin.

Mr. Butler's Refreshing Cocktail one measure of cherry brandy one measure of gin squeeze of lemon juice splash of Cointreau sugar syrup to taste Shake all the ingredients together. To make a long drink, add soda water or bar quality lemonade. Garnish with a cherry.

Voilà," Rachel said. "Our plan. Should we open a bottle of cognac now, or gin?" "It's ten o'clock in the morning." "You're right. Of course. A French 75.

With a shrug and a blink, the policeman moved past Will, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about swearing off the gin before he truly started seeing things. Will stepped aside to let the man pass, then raised his voice to a shout: "James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?

He took three shots a night-no more, no less. He switched from whisky to straight gin. The bum compensated for the scant volume. Three shots tweaked his hatreds. Four shots and up cut those hatreds all the way loose. Three shots said, You project danger. Four shots or more said, You're ugly and you limp.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.

the gin kept my heart alive but bemazed my brain

He stowed a bottle of a local rotgut called Five Island Gin—nicknamed Five Ulcer Gin—in radioman Harry Brooks's gas mask holster. When an MP tapped Brooks's hip to check for the mask, the bottle broke and left Brooks with a soggy leg. It was probably for the best. Louie noticed that when he drank the stuff, his chest hair spontaneously fell out. He later discovered that Five Island Gin was often used as paint thinner. After that, he stuck to beer.

Same hour, same set-up: woman plus tortoise, tortoise plus hibiscus, man plus gin and tonic. "To arm myself against the evening." She had found it perplexing, a man who feared the evening because he feared the night.

A perfect martini should be made by filling a glass with gin, then waving it in the general direction of Italy.

The proper union of gin and vermouth is a great and sudden glory; it is one of the happiest marriages on earth, and one of the shortest lived.

A warm sunny evening, the plash and gurgle of the waves in the rock pools, the rush of the cold gin. I thought for the first time of my novel, abandoned, all these years, and I came up, unprompted, with the perfect title. Octet. Octet by Logan Mountstuart. Perhaps I will surprise them all, yet.

I always find pacing aids the detecting process. Well, that and gin. But as our host hadn't offered the latter, the former had to suffice.

She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down. He is the coffee, hot, steaming, filtered. You have to add stuff to it to make it taste good. Grinds your stomach, makes you jittery, wired, and tense. Bad trip, keeps you up, burns you out. Coffee and gin don't mix, never do, everybody keeps trying and trying to make it taste good.

Had he drunk a dozen bottles of claret, the old spinster could have pardoned him. Mr. Fox and Mr. Sheridan drank claret. Gentlemen drank claret. But eighteen glasses of gin consumed among boxers in an ignoble pot-house - it was an odious crime, and not to be pardoned readily.

Besides, when not hard at work with this research, I'm actually conducting a side experiment on how cigarettes and gin increase charisma. As you might guess, the results are looking very promising.

My mother had not acted for ten years. Not since a reviewer wrote that her portrayal of Lady Macbeth put him in mind of an exasperated society hostess burdened with unmannerly guests who had lost the new tennis balls, left the bathrooms in a mess, and finished the gin.

The British habit of taking quinine as a prophylactic precaution against malaria developed into the evening "gin and tonic"—the gin being considered necessary to make the bitter-tasting quinine in the tonic water palatable.