Coffee has a way of waking me up like no alarm clock can. Not only do I sleepwalk, but I sleepdrink, and I often don’t wake up until 5:00 PM, when I leave work.

I’m never in the mood to eat or drink when I get to a show. I’m just too nerved out.

Water – a thoroughly underrated drink.

Colter searched for original Mexican tiles to use as patterns for copies, and during the search, a barrel of old tile letters was found in a cellar corner. She decided to use the letters on the walls of the Cocina Cantina to spell out old Spanish proverbs about eating and drinking. Above the bar was...

I don’t drink coffee.

I never trust a fighting man who doesnt smoke or drink.

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low.

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

I drink coffee. Without coffee, I probably couldn’t write.

I started to drink heavily, comfortably caught in the tentacle-like clutches of alcohol.

I’m an all-the-water-I-can-drink-in-a-flower-vase kind of lover. Roses and batteries sold separately.

Love burns. Whiskey burns. George Burns. What do all three have in common? They’re all dead to me.

Go sip on gossip, and leave the coffee talk for me to chug. I’ll be in the kitchen, giggling like a schoolgirl if you need me.

I drank her essence, and it’s like she never existed and now I’m thirsty again. Let this be a lesson in love.

I just invented a device that eliminates vice. It looks like a bottle of booze, only it’s empty, because I just drank it.

I used the boos, and not the booze, as motivation. That led to applause, which I drank up like an alcoholic. I need a refill.

…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.

My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we approach the end.

I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe, because somewhere, mixed in with all that ink, is the next great American novel. And I’d love nothing more than to drink it.

The only drink I like ice in is water, because you can’t water down water. I’m like that with love, too. Don’t you dare add any ice to the hot liquid loving I’m trying to pour all over you.

No thanks, I’m asexual.

I eat east and west, and I eat them at the same time. But I drink my coffee north to south.

I like coffee tables. I’m into drinkable furniture.

Why don’t Jews drink? It interferes with their suffering.

If an actor’s neither talented nor handsome, what difference is there between him and any other waiter? That reminds me, my drink needs refilling.

Most fools drink after one another, from a thinking cup that is empty. But I only drink after people whose cups are filled with a fluid to fascination ratio of nearly 1:1.

It’s raining and my clothes are all wet. They are so drinkable! So is my love for you, but I left that in the river, along with the umbrella.

In Hollywood everything is so documented. If you go for a drink with somebody, it’s passed around the world so quickly.

but does it have a winning taste? I’d hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, I’ll stick to my red wine.

I drink wine like beer, only twice as much less.

I drink to make other people interesting.

Gin is a confusing drink. It’s the only liquid that’s both wet and dry.

I drink coffee like steam is the ghost of dead water. Ever tried inhaling the afterlife?

All round there was a rising tide of beer, widow Désir’s barrels had all been broached, beer had rounded all paunches and was overflowing in all directions, from noses, eyes – and elsewhere. People were so blown out and higgledy-piggledy, that everybody’s elbows or knees were sticking into his neighbour and everybody thought it great...

Too much coffee has been spilled in the name of war. Let us love and savor every drop.

When I drink, I think; and when I think, I drink.

We drink VB, Victoria Bitter, which is way better.

The point of drinking in moderation is that sometimes you don’t drink in moderation.

Drinking tea with a pinch of imagination!

For more than three decades, coffee has captured my imagination because it is a beverage about individuals as well as community. A Rwandan farmer. Eighty roast masters at six Starbucks plants on two continents. Thousands of baristas in 54 countries. Like a symphony, coffee’s power rests in the hands of a few individuals who orchestrate...

He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.

If I’m a lush at anything, it’s food and drink. I’m not materialistic in any way, but I value food.

In an underdeveloped country don’t drink the water. In a developed country don’t breathe the air.

I snorted powdered flamingoes while I pondered love. I sat at the bar two hours waiting for my ice on the rocks to melt so I could drink it and leave, but it was like my ex wife’s heart—it was just too frigid to melt. So I called up a midget, buckled myself in on...

Every sex noise can be converted into a note and frozen in a can of soda. Ask me about menstruation music today!

A drink centers me but I usually make myself wait until at least 9:00 PM for that. Or 8:00 PM. Whichever comes first.

No one, ever, wrote anything as well even after one drink as he would have done with out it.

Sir, se lei fosse mio marito, io le avvelenerei il tè.-Madam, se lei fosse mia moglie, io lo berrei.”Dialogo tra Lady Astor e Winston Churchill

I didn’t like Dali: now, like you, I do. Like you, I began to drink my Coke with a pinch of salt . Like you, I stopped bothering about ironed clothes. Like you, I sit with a dictionary while reading the papers. Like you, I sit on the compound wall after a bath.

Some people drink from the fountain of knowledge, others just gargle.