Quotes About Rum

Found the rum, did you?' Lutes said from behind her, 'She's poisoning her liver.' 'My liver's fine, soldier. Just needs a squeezing out.' 'Squeezing out?' She turned round and glared at the squad healer. 'I seen livers before, Cutter. Big sponges full of blood. Tumbles out when you cut someone open.' 'Sounds more like a lung, Sergeant. The liver's this flat thing, muddy brown or purple—

In 1929, George Macdonald recalled that there "has always been a considerable fringe of ascetics in the Freethought ranks—foes of rum, tobacco, corsets, sex, meat, and white bread. . . . Their slogan is: 'The whiter the bread the sooner you're dead.

I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It's absolutely delicious. You'd have to ask a bartender what's in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.

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

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

In the eighteenth century it was generally believed that people needed to take in a certain amount of "spirits" every day for strength and energy: Washington, in planning one long forced march, ordered extra rations of rum for the troops as a matter of course.

Leathery bar girls worked the charter booths at the harbor, smoking Basic 100s and talking in voices that sounded like 151 rum poured into hot grease—a jigger of friendly to the liter of harsh.

Rum," said Kona. "Too much hostility in dat buzz. Rum come from da cane, and cane come from slavin' the people, and dat oppression all distilled in de bottle and come out a man mean as cat shit on a day.

The light is the color of brandy seeping. It has a taste. Your skin tastes it, like you're all over tongues. The taste is sugar-cane, slowly rotting, turning into the great god rum. It's always that magic hour those film-boys love to shoot down here. Always gold.

Sam and Bill and I would cut a hole in a watermelon and fill it with rum so Jimmy didn't know we were drinking. "Boy, you men sure like your watermelon," Jimmy would say.

Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible.

Pirates of the Caribbean

In a short time he came to like the rum, to prefer it, to demand it. The cheaper and rawer it was, the better he liked it. He reflected on this quirk of human nature and told June Mack, the barmaid, that it was one of God's most merciful blessings that people grew to love the things that necessity compelled them to eat and drink.

The first time I played the Masters, I was so nervous I drank a bottle of rum before I teed off. I shot the happiest 83 of my life

We drank the rum, and I forgot my promise to God.

On our honeymoon we talked and talked. We stayed in a beachfront villa, and we drank rum and lemonade and talked so much that I never even noticed what color the sea was. Whenever I need to stop and remind myself how much I once loved Andrew, I only need to think about this. That the ocean covers seven tenths of the earth's surface, and yet my husband could make me not notice it.

That and rum and tobacco—and being boys, we were not entitled to the rum. 'Rum, bum and baccy.' And that was why 'bum' was included—that, and not buggery, as the landsmen thought.

They had good reason. Cyrus Pembridge was easily the worst captain in British nautical history. He had never bothered to learn even the basics of seamanship, choosing instead to occupy his time consuming vast quantities of rum.

Don't talk to me about naval tradition. It's nothing but rum, sodomy, and the lash.

Rum and Coke, please, she told the bartender. Maybe that was why Liza and Bonnie never had guy trouble: great hair. She looked at Liza, racehorse-thin in purple zippered leather...Okay it wasn't just the hair. If she jammed herself into liza's dress, she'd look like Barney's slut cousin. Diet Coke, she told the bartender.

The hydrangeas are clipped for the winter and there is a gardener with rum on his breath (and odd socks on his feet) who offers to show you the scars on his back, the droppings of a wallaby, the scratchings of a bandicoot or a leech which he will pull inside out with the aid of a twig- T'only way to kill'un, missus.

I like Wadi Rum - it's the best view I've ever seen of what could be Mars.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

At my cabin I got so jumpy after saving my young heroine from three older men who resembled my friends that I flipped and conceived of a highly illegal meal, a thirty-pound elephant's asshole shipped FedEx from Zimbabwe, cooked for three days in a rock-lined fire hole in a bleached gunnysack soaked in 151 rum, to which is added thirteen pounds of garlic and an equal amount of fresh hot chiles. Serve with plain white rice. A Bordeaux is a possibility.