I plead the fifth—and then I drank it. I was drunk on love, but wouldn’t admit it. I was also drunk on whiskey, but the breathalyzer outed me.

Courage is a vitamin best swallowed with whiskey.

While I can’t walk on water, I can certainly wobble on whisky.

The medicine is in the eye of the beholder and right now you be-holding a big ass glass of it. So, shut up and drink your whiskey.

I like my water on the rocks, and I like those rocks to be in a mountain stream. That’s how I like my coffee too, fresh from a glass of whiskey.

Sometimes life is sad. You can cry in your booze, if you want. I think that’s called a Whiskey Sour.

writer’s block”. His name is Mr Johnnie Walker.

The only thing we chase our shots with are high-fives.

The French Revolution was the best thing to ever happen inside a croissant the shape of the Fertile Crescent, with a flaky crust like a politician with dandruff.” Of course, when Orafoura told me this...

I agree with both these guys. Better make it a whiskey sour.

to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or...

The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He’s this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot...

Bernard always had a few prayers in the hall and some whiskey afterwards as he was rather pious.

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting...

Hitch: making rules about drinking can be the sign of an alcoholic,’ as Martin Amis once teasingly said to me. (Adorno would have savored that, as well.) Of course, watching the clock for the start-time...

His desire for this to be a joke was quickly replaced by a desire for whiskey.

I see things in windows and I say to myself that I want them. I want them because I want to belong. I want to be liked by more people, I want to be held...

The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

The cat arrived with a bottle of Scotch.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

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...

He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the smell of Cambridge and youth.

Love makes the world go round? Not at all. Whiskey makes it go round twice as fast.

Someone once asked me,‘why do you drink so much coffee?’ and I fought the urge to sayif I didn’t drink coffee, it would be whiskeyBecause it takes 8 cups of coffee a dayto get my...

Hemingway is overrated,Twain is even more lost at sea,And all truths point to the mouth of a woman,Where both her whispers and her screams,Are born.Pour another glass, Beer, wine, whiskey,I don’t care,So long as its...

There can be no product of pleasure without the inverse on the end of the producer.

I don’t like ice in my whiskey. I like bullets. Why? Because for every ice cube I don’t use, an Eskimo gets to keep one square inch of his igloo. So I’m saving twice the...

There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren’t as good as others.

I’ve always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe’s way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us…they’re happening right now, cradled in...

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

Wszystko zgodnie z sugestiami mojej mamy. W następnym tygodniu zaczynam zapisywać rozmaite szczegóły. […] Najlepsi ludzie piją whiskey, mówi.

Beneath the moons’ shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination…

Do you, good people, believe that Adam and Eve were created in the Garden of Eden and that they were forbidden to eat from the tree of knowledge? I do. The church has always been...

Rage and hurt coalesce into a stone in my chest and as I take another gulp of my father’s prized whiskey, I hear myself say, “Tell me about your plan.

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

Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither.

Whiskey burns—my throat, not a forest. Love burns—my heart, not a forest. As for the forest, it burnt itself. At least that’s what I told the police during their interrogation.

I’d much rather be someone’s shot of whiskey than everyone’s cup of tea.

Alan Campbell opened one eye.From somewhere in remote distances, muffled beyond sight or sound, his soul crawled back painfully, through subterranean corridors, up into his body again. Toward the last it moved to a cacophony...

I’m a competitor. I once placed fifth in a bottle of whiskey.

My uncle’s a big drinker. In fact, he just got a liver transplant. They replaced it with a bottle of whiskey.

Whiskey will always be a part of my life.

The whiskey kicked like a mugger.