Quotes About Whiskey

We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.

I live in New York City, and one day many years ago I was with a poet, Gregory Corso, walking through Greenwich Village. He pointed to a doorway in an alley that he said led to a tunnel under Manhattan, a tunnel he'd use to run from the cops. I started learning about old Prohibition-era speakeasy tunnels under the city, for running whiskey.

Considering that Americans are now moving away from whiskey, moving away from brown spirits in general, I believe that they will all join Russians who drink vodka straight. They will sip it like cognac.

I like whiskey and I like vodka, too. And beer.

Americans are big boys. You can talk them into almost anything. Just sit with them for half an hour over a bottle of whiskey and be a nice guy.

For a southern belle, my grandmother was remarkably modern. She threw my grandfather out, for one thing - some kind of argument about bourbon whiskey - shortly after the birth of their third child, and then went back to school to get herself a teaching certificate.

Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?

I am an avid lover of taking photographs of the night sky. Whenever I can, I get myself off to Canada or to Scotland and set up around the lake and spend a few hours in the middle of the night with a flask of coffee, a little glass of whiskey and some snacks.

I'm a whiskey drinker, but Cesaro is a coffee drinker.

In the '80s, we played the Roxy and the Whiskey with our bands.

For whatever reason, I encounter Canadian whiskey at hunting camps way more often than I do in restaurants, bars, or homes. Could be the lower price. Could be the mellow character, which lends itself to long hours of fireside sipping. Or it could just be tradition.

Bernard always had a few prayers in the hall and some whiskey afterwards as he was rather pious.

I can't drink whiskey like I used to back then, that's for sure.

Johnnie Walker Black with a splash. Don't baptize it.

I like whiskey. I always did, and that is why I never drink it.

a man needs his whiskey and his cigars, or what's the point of living at all? The

So it may be said, with undoubted truth, that the whiskey drinkers made Mr. Jefferson the President of the United States.

There is a metaphor somewhere in the story Groucho liked to tell about an encounter with one of his most illustrious peers, W. C. Fields. Fields took Groucho up to his attic, where the astonished Groucho discovered, as he later described it, "$50,000 worth of booze up there in boxes. I said 'Bill, why do you have all that whiskey up here? Don't you know prohibition is over?' 'Well,' he said, 'It may come back.'" In

Sooner or later, given enough whiskey, hard work, and women, he'd have been able to put Emma Chalmers out of his mind. Now everything had changed. He couldn't leave her to that fool of a hypocrite she planned to marry; if he did, the blue fire in her eyes would falter and die one day in the not too distant future. Outside

I don't believe this," Emma said, temper flaring. "I came all this way to help you and you're scolding me like a child!" "I've got half a mind to take you over my knee and paddle you." He took another swallow of the whiskey and made a lusty sound of satisfaction as it went down. "You wouldn't dare." Steven flinched as the needle made its first pass through his skin. "Ask Joellen Lenahan about that." Emma

She spilled whiskey on her shirt, she gon have to get it cleaned. She been going way to hard, someone has to intervene.

God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the world.

Hell, Frijòle, it ain't against the law to drink whiskey in Texas. Yet. If it was, we could just build a fence around the whole territory and call it a jail,

darkness, salt on her lips, big boats lingering on the horizon, crates of liquor luring them out, rolls of bills in her hands, lawmen on the take, and funerals. Desire and kisses. New York City on the arm of a man. A nice dress. Racing over the ocean. Whiskey bottles. Fear and exultation. How had it come to this? And where