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...

After an hour of gliding though the crowd and two glasses of tepid wine later, Penelope had reached the spiritual state of being merrily tipsy. It was that perfect state when everything starts looking wonderful...

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when...

Maybe some folks are alcoholics and others are just voluntary drunks. Maybe some folks drink due to body chemistry and others due to their lazy characters. Maybe some have drinking problems, while others have problems...

Never thought I’d intentionally sleep on a bathromm floor next to a toilet while sober, but I meant it when I said I would sleep anywhere with her.

I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one...

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

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

A good wine has many qualities, I think. If drunk moderately, it is healthy and good for your heart.

Where had he been? Drinking, obviously. Then she started cataloging all the ways he was worthless. On fool impulse, as his most potent available argument against Lily, Bud stuck his hands into his coat pockets...

If we could all drink ourselves to innocence, I’d be guilty. And I mean that in a way that I don’t mean that.

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...

Your party kicked so much ass!Even though you suck so much! It’s like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!

These are the words of a fool: I am happy to be a fool, for i won’t spend my time gazing at lines difficult to decipher, while my mates are drinking with glee.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness—(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad...

How many beers do y’all think it takes before one internationally scientist turns to another and says, ‘Dude, bet you twenty bucks I can levitate a frog with a magnet?’ ‘ Sam drawled.

They’re professionals at this in Russia, so no matter how many Jell-O shots or Jager shooters you might have downed at college mixers, no matter how good a drinker you might think you are, don’t...

Creationists make it sound as though a ‘theory’ is something you dreamt up after being drunk all night.

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

The side that has the least Dorito-flavored vomit on the floor after the party.

A crowd of drunken lovers. Newspaper hats, new couples falling from couches and love- seats—the pleasure remembered, never the regret.

Blossom time, drunk together, banishing spring sorrow;drunk, we broke off flowering limbs, counters for our rounds of wine.Suddenly I remembered my old friend, gone to the edge of the sky:by my reckoning, today he must...

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

I’ve been drinking tequila for a long time now, and it’s never been about drinking to get drunk. I don’t do that. I never drink tequila during the day, and I don’t drive at night.

Berg, while the go-to guy for decisions for past campaigns, engaged in frequent and successful battles against sobriety.

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.

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

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.

Will you please take me home?”I peer at her. She’s had, like, two beers. I’ve seen her finish a six-pack in under an hour and not get tipsy.

When the doors of opportunity swing open, we must make sure that we are not too drunk or too indifferent to walk through.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

I came in several times and spoke, but perhaps you were asleep when I thought you were awake.”You are very considerate to explain it this way,’ Sugreeva said, ‘but I was drunk

He took a breath, then proclaimed, ‘Lady Shaselle of Hytanica, I am in love with you.’ I burst into laughter, pulling my legs up to ease my aching stomach muscles. He rolled onto his side...

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?

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...

Imagination is like the drunk man who lost his watch and must get drunk again to find it.

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...

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

Mummy’s coming home late tonight. It’ll be just we guys, so we can get drunk and watch porn.

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...

Need ‘nether whiskey. Whiskey chaser. Gotta get two men drunk.’Mr. Cohan placed both hands on the bar. ‘Mr. Walsh,’ he said severely, ‘in Gavagan’s we will serve a man a drink to wet his whistle,...

I’m not a drunk anymore, but since they cut out my tongue, I sound drunk.

Oh my God. I’m not Keith Richards. I’m Otis from Mayberry! A fucking drunk!

This was their third bar since Piccadilly and they were both agreed that the two of them were very drunk but had the capacity to get a good deal drunker yet.

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...

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

I feel wonderful and sad. It’s the gin.

A late arrival had the impression of lots of loud people unnecessarily grouped within a smoke-blue space between two mirrors gorged with reflections. Because, I suppose, Cynthia wished to be the youngest in the room,...