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

Well, I’ve kept you waiting long enough,” he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.

People are talking about immigration, emigration and the rest of the fucking thing. It’s all fucking crap. We’re all human beings, we’re all mammals, we’re all rocks, plants, rivers. Fucking borders are just such a...

It seemed that I performed better sober than drunk. Who knew?

I went on a road trip with my cat, Cap’n. I would have let him drive, but he was drunk.

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

Taking my drink, I moved around the bar to her. Her smile was a little crooked as I sat down. I guessed it had been a wet night for platinum blondes.

The bar was pulsating with rock music and packed with partiers, all set to leave their inhibitions, and their sobriety, behind.

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

The feeling was less like chemical intoxication than being drunk on life. Spinning round and round, he experienced absolute bliss— unadulterated and unconfined—in which he transcended his own personality and became one with everything he...

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.Suddenly, you know you are alive.

Hit the bottom and get back up; or hit the bottle and stay down.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

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

Jon:’What are you doing up there? Why aren’t you at the feast?’Tyrion: ‘Too hot, too noisy, and I’d drunk too much wine’, the dwarf told him. ‘I learned long ago that it is considered rude...

I loved the full heat of being drunk, like I was made of melting chocolate and spreading in all directions.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

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...

A man’s true character comes out when he’s drunk.

I rarely drink, but last night, after several hours and several beers at the bar, I found myself face to face with two huge boobs. They weren’t the breasts of a young woman, but those...

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

You meet a new guy, analyze him, not good for marriage, not good for a relationship, not good for fucking, maybe excepting the very drunk mood, so, conclusion: this is the beginning of a beautiful...

Everybody’s drunk. Ben drunk. Lacey drunk. Radar drunk. Nobody drive. Home by six. Promised Mom. Boo, Sleepy Quentin! Yay, Designated Driver! YESSSS!

My voice falls into Southern drawl when I am tired, drunk, or in trouble. Too often, my accent is attacked by all three of these realities.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

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.

You’re walking down Fool’s Street, Laura used to say when he was drinking, and she had been right. He had known even then that she was right, but knowing had made no difference; he had...

He was so drunk that he would have stubbornly denied that he was.

The story goes that I first had the idea for THHGTTGalaxy while lying drunk in a field in Innsbruck

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

It’s solitary drinking that makes drunkards.

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

Dude, don’t die out here.

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

Oh you dear companionsElectric bells of the stations song of the reapersButcher’s sleigh regiment of unnumbered streetsCavalry of bridges nights livid with alcoholThe cities I’ve seen lived like mad women(The Voyager)

There were, however, a few exceptions.One was Norma Dodsworth, the poet, who had not unpleasantly drunk but had been sensible enough to pass out before any violent action proved necessary. He had been deposited, not...

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

Once the orange juice wears off, I might be drunk. I love vodka.

I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

Danny strolled to the town common, sat on one of the benches in Teenytown and took one of the bottles out of the bag, looking down on it like Hamlet with Yorick’s skull

I don’t drink to make others look better, I just drink to make myself feel prettier.

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...

Alcohol helps you to loosen up to make memories you won’t forget, and then it helps you to forget them completely.

Oh Abby…I want you to know…I am so full of shit. You should not listen to me. I know nothing.

Drunk forever dreaming you with or without you

Old, old, drink. Tiiiiny little drink. Very small. Almost not there.” She began to hiccup.