Yolo.

And when he got home he started on Mumma. He hated her then, because in her fatness and untidiness and drabness she reminded him of what he himself was when he was sober.

He snuffles. Oh, no.He’s not going to cry, is he? Because even though it’s sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this.Girl scouts didn’t teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn your soul deceased.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

Wetting one’s pants is no kind of self-esteem builder.

That’s ridiculous, my good sir.

Mr Cobb was my escort. Such a nice escort, Mr Cobb. So attentive. You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober. I mean, just for the record. So it could become a part of history, that brief flashing moment, soon buried in time, but never forgotten – when...

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

Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy. I would figure out this or that way and run it down through my head until it got easy. The way I liked best was letting go a poisonous spider in his bed. It would bite him and he’d be dead and...

We Persians have a saying that one should deliberate serious matters first drunk, then sober.

I didn’t just voluntarily quit the relationship, did i? I slept and snore, didn’t i? And couldn’t even remember when you strolled away.

It’s because you aren’t thinking very clearly tonight.””I know. Being Drunk is weird.””Oh my god. I love you so much. Especially when you say stuff like that.””Like what?””Nothing. Never mind. Although I’m dying to know why your shoe is green.

Nothing makes you forget everything as getting drunk of red wine.

Drunk forever dreaming you with or without you

My hush is lush. It’s drunk on its own greenness, just as I’m drunk on my blue silence. What would you say if I asked you to turquoise?

(Nicholas)”Am I dead?”An odd question, but then she rememberd her mourning attire. “No sir, you are not.”He relaxed a moment, then turned his head slightly as if searching for other passengers. His brows dived in a scowl.Am I married?”She wasn’t sure how to answer. His kid gloves hid any evidence of his matrimonial state, but...

You can’t just make me different and then leave

I am enlightened.

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

The door is crackedWe used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the worldI’ve leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away troublesome back painsthat could only be fixed with someone else’s pillsWe met by your house one stray dayand you drove...

An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle…in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you’ve taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper....

Lovecraft says he knows about tentaclesbut that motherfucker never bedded a girl from West Chesterand survivedShe was a toothachethat oneand she tasted like crackthe best thing about her was if I was ever hungryI could always make a meal out of whateverwas making rest at the corners of her mouthI can’t remember her nameas is...

Alcoholism is above all a disease of denial.

Irish I were I wish, so being drunk all the time would be socially acceptable.

The honky-tonk bartender, who doubled as bouncer, waiter, and cashier, was in no mood to compromise. Mercy was not in him. He came out around the open end of the long counter, waddled threatening across the floor in a sullen, red-faced fury and began to shake the inanimate figure lying across the table with its...

Jamie,” I said, “how, exactly, do you decide whether you’re drunk?”Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence.”och, easy, Sassenach, If ye can...

The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?

If I were a betting man, and Thank Vegas I’m not, I’d say this bartender looks guilty of murder. Or maybe he just looks drunk. Possibly the two looks are identical.

I am still drunk that you were here,and you were mine.And once again I stretch my hand outfor that wine;As your drunk eyes could not bestirthemselves, I tooCan’t move; as you love wine, I lovethe wine that’s you;

A bartender is a Keeper of Secrets. Drunk, senseless, useless secrets.

You know you’ve drunk too much when you run out of booze. It’s the same with love. Also, I’m drunk.

Our time together was a blur—not because I was drunk, which I was, but because our love was like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings.

If you want to get drunk, get drunk with love.

Duke!” and the bartender threw me out, because he was a Chapel Hill fan, and I was drunk.

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

Needy people are like newborns, I have come to realize. One intoxicated night and BAM! You are stuck with this problem. You finally take it home and it wants to keep you up all night and cries when it isn’t sucking on various parts of your anatomy. It wants you there for everything – rocking,...

…it was not considered right for a man not to drink, although drink was a dangerous thing. On the contrary, not to drink would have been thought a mark of cowardice and of incapacity for self-control. A man was expected even to get drunk if necessary, and to keep his tongue and his temper no...

Come, let’s get drunk, even if it is our ruin:For sometimes under ruins one finds treasure.

My mind may be sober, but my confidence is high!

Drink [the shot of tequila], Mia.” He repeated, quietly, using my name this time. He leaned in close to me so that I could feel the heat of his body. “Believe me,” His eyes locked on mine and in a hoarse voice he whispered, “you’re going to want to be drunk for what I’m going...

One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

Nothing spells trouble like two drunk cowboys with a rocket launcher.

Jefferson and Washington had no idea these idiots would exist, otherwise they would not have made killing illegal.

Where am I?” Magnus croaked.”Nazca.””Oh, so we went on a little trip.””You broke into a man’s house,” Catarina said. “You stole a carpet and enchanted it to fly. Then you sped off into the night air. We pursued you on foot.””Ah,” said Magnus.”You were shouting some things.””What things?””I prefer not to repeat them,” Catarina said....