A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full...

One of the things that baffles me (and there are quite a few) is how there can be so much lingering stigma with regards to mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder. In my opinion, living with...

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left.

She likes her wine white, and that’s how I like my clam chowder. So chuggable!

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

Not everyone who drinks is a poet. Some of us drink because we’re not poets.

A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I’d feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.

Ive created a new drink! I’m calling it the Piñata Colada! Its sweet and tasty, but when you wake up the next morning your head feels like its been hitten with a stick.

I know now it is children who accept life; grown people cover it up and pretend it is different with drinks.

Always remember, that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.

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

It was dawning on the wizards that they were outside the University, at night and without permission, for the first time in decades. A certain suppressed excitement crackled from man to man. Any watch trained...

People are crazy about food, smoking, drinking, girls but not about their dreams.

I’m a drinker with writing problems.

Somehow, we were passing the boundaries of language and finding clarity in shared thought, even if we were just talking about beer!

Are you there vodka? It’s me, Chelsea. Please get me out of jail and I promise I will never drink again. Drink and drive. I will never drink and drive again. I may even start...

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.

A drunk can’t follow a line of reasoning, even if it is a double white line.

For me to enjoy a salad, I need the right dressing. Vodka is salad dressing, right?

I had a dream where I drank my own grandma. What she was doing disguised as a bottle of booze isn’t entirely clear to me.

Hair of the dog and to keep me company I made a drink.

I don’t ever drink alone. It’s not much fun. And I don’t think I will until I am an alcoholic.

I think he just loved being with the bears because they didn’t make him feel bad. I get it too. When he was with the bears, they didn’t care that he was kind of weird,...

Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic.

All You Need Is Love” in homage to their memory.

Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.

While binge drinking is a significant issue, it is likely that many members of the public would be surprised by its categorisation as a mental illness, particularly at the milder end.”Public confusion caused by differing...

You think that’s the solution to everything, don’t you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love… but I tell you this, something is coming, and we’d be fools to ignore it.””When have I ever claimed...

I would rather have a free bottle in front of me than a pre-frontal lobotomy

In Mississippi the important thing is hooch, not bar equipment.

The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with...

I hid Mrs. Frozenwater’s body in the ice cube trays in my freezer. Better to keep her there than let her memory thaw out and evaporate. Scotch on the rocks, anyone?

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

The food we were given was no more than eatable, but the patron was not mean about drink; he allowed us two litres of wine a day each, knowing that if a plongeur is not...

Why did everyone send casseroles in times of crisis? Why didn’t anyone ever send brownies and Jack Daniel’s?

Jeg peker på mit navn at der står det og at jeg er den og den. De forstår intet, men de klapper mig og finder at jeg er i orden. Så er det en som...

The whiskey kicked like a mugger.

Usually it`s like this: I sit down and drink with the idea of clarifying just where I am going with my life, and then, after a while, I am unable even to stand on my...

A sober heart conceals, what a drunken mouth reveals, or in your case, a drunken body and lips.

Let’s just say that once the party was over, the Tribe had the decency to put most of the things back into place with the possible, and otherwise notable, exception of the platypus and a...

SakeThe jewel which brightly shines at nightIs precious, but cannot measure up To the delights of drinking sake,Drowning one’s troubles in the cup. Otomo no Tabito

I mean, that’s at least in part why I ingested chemical waste – it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column...

He dozed off, into a dreamless oblivion, for what seemed like seconds but was in fact hours, and awoke hungover, the inner surface of his skull pulsing like a single, giant nerve being chewed by...

Taking a couple short backup swigs, Flint’s crippling headache started to release its grip, sort of the way he imagined an octopus would release an inedible bowling ball.

Drinking is such a necessity to human life that people cannot fathom an individual who, like a child confined to a church pew, gets little enjoyment out of it and would rather do other things.

Oh don’t give me no more of that Old Janx SpiritNo, don’t you give me no more of that Old Janx SpiritFor my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and...

You drink wine by the glass, and I drink wine by the trashcan. Seriously, I’ll be by the trashcan if you need me.