Quotes on Drinking

Personally, I never drink on Oscar nights, as it interferes with my suffering.

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

It's really weird how your life changes. Tonight I'm drinking water. Four years ago? Opium. Night and day, you know?

A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

A prohibitionist is the sort of man one couldn't care to drink with, even if he drank.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.

I am a deeply superficial person.

I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.

Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not.

Do you drink?" "Of course,I just said I was a writer.

No animal ever invented anything as bad as drunkenness - or so good as drink.

I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I had that most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact has an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.