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“I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
after four I'm under my host.”
― Dorothy Parker, The Collected Dorothy Parker

“I believe in order, tenderness, and piety.”
― Jack Kerouac

“Oh dear! A drunken infidel weaver! said Mr. Hale to himself.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra”
― Maureen Johnson, The Name of the Star

“I loved the full heat of being drunk, like I was made of melting chocolate and spreading in all directions.”
― Leslie Jamison, The Gin Closet

“It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt. Eve Dallas on a drunk fall off the roof”
― J.D. Robb, Visions in Death

“I am consciously surrendering conciousness.”
― Sarah Dunn, The Big Love

“What they lack in stature, they make up for with their mouths.”
― Kim Dong Hwa, The Color of Earth

“WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.”
― Harriet Evans, Happily Ever After

“I'm sorry, but why does Claire know how to take a punch? I'm not sure I like where this is going," Carter said nervously.

"Well, last year Jim made us watch Fight Club for like, the ten- thousandth time. And while I鈥檓 all for a little shirtless Brad Pitt action, Claire and I decided to take a shot every time Edward Norton talked in third person. By about twenty minutes in, we were trashed. I don't know whose idea it was, but Claire and I started our own fight club in the living room," Liz explained.

"It was your idea, Liz. You stood up in front of me, lifted your shirt and said "Punch me in the stomach as hard as you can, fucker.”
― Tara Sivec, Seduction and Snacks

“I asked him what he said, for there was such a mish-mash of Conversation around us that I could scarcely understand him - the frequenters of Taverns have Hearts of Curd and Souls of Milk Sop, but they have Mouths like Cannons which stink of Tobacco and their own foul Breath as they cry What News? What's a Clock? Methinks it's Cold to Day! Thus is it a Hospital For Fools”
― Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor

“She says Thomas drank himself to death because he felt his talent was waning. Bullshit. Thomas drank himself to death for the same reason that I do: he loved his drink, it lifted him where he belonged, where we all belong, where we all should be if the stream of people weren鈥檛 such asses and didn鈥檛 believe in homes and new cars and all that junk.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I don鈥檛 reply. Surely Tucker wouldn鈥檛 bring someone back to a room knowing that I鈥檒l be in the bed too, first shot. He wouldn鈥檛 do anything with her after last night, this morning and this afternoon, second shot. Although he is all over her and has been since we got here, third shot. Maybe I didn鈥檛 drop my knickers quick enough, fourth shot. He鈥檚 probably laughing at me for everything I told him about the dream and stuff I wince and slam the now empty jager bomb glass down.”
― R.S. Burnett, Wanna Bet?

“I only just met you, I can鈥檛 lick you when I don鈥檛 even know you”
― R.S. Burnett, Wanna Bet?

“Yesterday 鈥� sensible, clear-headed, right-thinking 鈥� I decided I must accept that my part in this story was over. But my better angels lost again, defeated by drink, by the person I am when I drink. Drunk Rachel sees no consequences, she is either excessively expansive and optimistic or wrapped up in hate.”
― Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train

“They secretly scoff as you slip,
losing your dignity and integrity,
and again as you stumble,
you drop your degrees and pedigree!”
― Adiela Akoo, Lost in a Quatrain

“He could barely open his eyes. 'Hello? You there, God? It's me Judy.'
'Kipling. Can you hear me?'
'I'd like to order room service, please. I'd like the spaghetti Bolognese.'
He rolled off the raft into the pool, sinking. I pulled off my shoes and raincoat and dove after him, finding him drifting motionless along the bottom. Madly I kicked back to the surface.
'Kipling! Can you hear me?"
"'It's the final countdown,'" He sang, his eyes slits.
I was the lone nurse working in a madhouse.”
― Marisha Pessl, Neverworld Wake

“Merrick swilled down the rest of his ale. A strange heat traveled from his belly to loins to his head. 鈥橳was like his blood came alive.鈥�

鈥ince Clio was the bride, they toasted her lips, and her hips. They drank to her eyes, and her thighs. Her luscious meal fare and her glorious hair. Her small nose and her bare toes.

But even Merrick was surprised when he himself stood and bellowed, 鈥淗ere鈥檚 to Lady Clio with her mouth full of sass.鈥� 鈥� He grinned, then raised his cup high. 鈥淎nd her small, tight ass.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“He reached over and took Taylor鈥檚 hand. She did not pull her hand away.
He moved his hand up her arm. She stiffened a little and glanced around, making sure they weren鈥檛 seen. Or, maybe, hoping they were.
His hand reached her neck. He leaned toward her and pulled her to him.
He kissed her.
She kissed him back.
He kissed her harder. And she slid her hand under his shirt, fingers stroking his bare flesh.
Then he pulled away, fast.
鈥淪orry, I . . .鈥� He hesitated, his wallowing brain arguing against a body that was suddenly aflame.
Sam stood up very suddenly and walked away.
Taylor laughed gaily at his back. 鈥淐ome see me when you get tired of mooning over the ice princess, Sam.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“Zero percent? Zero percent?鈥� Chen said loudly to himself, rapidly sober. 鈥淲ho are these two bastards then? Where are the real pilots, and where is my aircraft?鈥� Chen slammed his hand down on the metal desk, and the booming sound reverberated throughout the hangar. Maintainers looked in the office direction once again but kept repairing Black Scorpion鈥檚 left wing.”
― Lawrence A. Colby, The Black Scorpion Pilot

“With Angela's help I'd become much more confidant in my abilities yet I still didn't know who I was, what music I liked or felt stable enough to set my home up as a home and why was I training? It made me feel better but it wasn't leading to a fight so what was the point? I let the art therapy or self work as I'd started calling it slack and I'd stopped meditating. Before I knew it I was taking the late night parties home with me. Just a small bottle of baileys of a night and then within weeks I was getting up hungover, going for a run and picking up more on the way home. I'd just survived, I'd won at everything and who cared? What did it change? One night I fell off a P.C chair and cracked a rib because I'd drank tequila too fast,”
― Tracie Daily, Checkmate: Care Abuse Love Murder

“How can anyone not drink?...Is anyone fool enough not to want to feel good? The day you have a drink's always like a holiday. If you only now when to stop.”
― Valentin Rasputin, Money for Maria and Borrowed time: Two village tales

“How can anyone not drink?...Is anyone fool enough not to want to feel good? The day you have a drink's always like a holiday. If you only know when to stop.”
― Valentin Rasputin, Money for Maria and Borrowed time: Two village tales

“In the olden days, at least, they knew when to stop. "
"Now they don't any more. In the olden days they had some shame as well."
"Yes, now they ain't got no shame either.”
― Valentin Rasputin, Money for Maria and Borrowed time: Two village tales

“Never trust a man who needs to get drunk before he can speak his mind. Those people are not living an authentic life.”
― Hideo Yokoyama, Seventeen

“Once at a meet and greet a smartass intellectual offered me a glass of alcohol, knowing quite well that I despise the stuff. He just wanted to piss me off - so, when I refused, he remarked in ridicule - 'what are you, some kind of sissy!' As always, with a smile on my face, I replied, 'may be - but more importantly, I am just the best role model you wish you could be to your children'.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Centurion Sermon: Mental Por El Mundo

“I may be drunk. I may be high but I鈥檓 not fucking with your head at least. You have been misleading me from the first day we met.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish