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Drugs and medical technology can be enormously beneficial when used to take care of real complications, but too often they are abused when applied to women birthing normally. These women are thus subjected to unnecessary risks. The key to this problem is informed consent, an ideal too seldom realized. Informed consent means that no woman during pregnancy or labor should ever be deceived into thinking that any drug or procedure (Demerol, Seconal, spinals, caudals, epidurals, paracervical block, etc.) is guaranteed safe. Not only are there no guaranteed safe drugs, but many of them have well-known, recognized side effects and potential side effects.Informed consent should mean that no woman would ever hear such falsehoods as, “This is harmless,” or, “I only give it in such a small dose that it can’t affect the baby,” or, “This is just a local and won’t reach the baby.
— Susan McCutcheon, Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way
We live in a country where you can electively have your nose broken to reshape it, inject fat from your butt into your face to look younger, but pushing a baby out of your own vagina can be restricted.
— Ann Brasco
Anything which is just born, which has just come into existence, has no past behind it. Birth, in other words, is the condition of having no past. And likewise, anything which now dies, which has just ceased to be, has no future left in front of it. Death is the condition of having no future. But we have already seen that this present moment has both no past and no future simultaneously. That is, birth and death are one in this present moment. This moment is just now being born—you can never find a past to this present moment, you can never find something before it. Yet also, this moment is just now dying — you can never find a future to this moment, never find something after it. This present, then, is a coincidence of opposites, a unity of birth and death, being and non-being, living and dying. As Ippen put it, "Every moment is the last moment and every moment is a rebirth.
— Ken Wilber, No Boundary: Eastern and Western Approaches to Personal Growth
The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.
— Isabel Allende, Paula
Music is the love child birthed from the boundless freedom found in dreams and the rapturous opposition faced in life; for that, we should be so grateful for both the light and the dark.
— Dave Matthes
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
— Rivera Sun
Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.
— Félix J. Palma, The Map of Time
Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting nourishment entering my body from a source I cannot see or understand. My whole being comes from an unseen, unknown nurturer. By that nurturer I am totally loved and protected, and that love is forever. It does not end when I am precipitated out of the safe waters of the womb into the unsafe world. It will. It end when I breathe my last, mortal breath. That love manifested itself joyously in the creation of the universe, became particular for us in Jesus, and will show itself most gloriously in the Second Coming. We need not fear.
— Madeleine L'Engle, Miracle on 10th Street and Other Christmas Writings
I watched my friend Eleanor give birth," she said. "Once you've seen a child born, you realize a baby's not much more than a reconstituted ham and cheese sandwich. Just a little anagram of you and what you've been eating for nine months.
— Lorrie Moore, Anagrams
I can see her, chin to chest, straining to push Junior out, and Junior snagging on her insides, grabbing hold of what he caught on to try to stay inside her, but instead he pulled it out with him when he was born.
— Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones
Just like a human foetus, while in the uterus, retrieves and assimilates the components that allow its physical body to become whole and fit to emerge into the outer reality, the third dimension serves the purpose of shamanic pregnancy, which is about retrieving and integrating the fragmented pieces of the soul, finally giving birth to the multidimensional self.
— Franco Santoro
They didn’t fly out of my body, I actually had to push the little fuckers out.
— Sonia Clement
That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
— Charles Bukowski, Women
It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't have a drinking problem 'Cept when I can't get a drink.
— Tom Waits
I think I need a drink.''Almost everybody does only they don't know it.
— Charles Bukowski, Women
One more drink and I'll be under the host.
— Mae West
Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.
— Charles Bukowski
Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again.Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain —Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away;What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
— Edgar Allan Poe
Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness.
— Oscar Wilde
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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 forget that the Russians - any Russian - can drink you under the table.
— Anthony Bourdain, A Cook's Tour: Global Adventures in Extreme Cuisines
Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.
— Warren Ellis
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 to vomit on your brother.
— George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
— James Joyce, Dubliners
I once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and tonight...I agree.
— Koren Zailckas, Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood
Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
But in college, we can wear our alcohol abuse as proudly as our university sweatshirts; the two concepts are virtually synonymous.
— Koren Zailckas, Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood
Take a drink because you pity yourself, and then the drink pities you and has a drink, and then two good drinks get together and that calls for drinks all around.
— H. Beam Piper, Little Fuzzy
When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.
— C.S. Forester, The African Queen
That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
— Richard Matheson, I Am Legend and Other Stories
Love is alcohol.
— Katherine Applegate
Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.
— Charles Bukowski
It was like a Russian party, Arkady thought. People got drunk, recklessly confessed their love, spilled their festering dislike, had hysterics, marched out, were dragged back in and revived with brandy. It wasn't a French salon.
— Martin Cruz Smith
How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?""We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.
— Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants
Gordie, the white boy genius, gave me this book by a Russian dude named Tolstoy, who wrote, 'Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.' Well, I hate to argue with a Russian genius, but Tolstoy didn't know Indians, and he didn't know that all Indian families are unhappy for the same exact reasons: the frikkin' booze.
— Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
The one conclusion I have reached is that whiskey is a great leveler. You might be a hotshot advertising executive or a lowly foundry worker, but if you cannot hold your drink, you are just a drunkard.
— Vikas Swarup, Q & A
I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: "booze affects material as it does people.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
If you were to ask me if I'd ever had the bad luck to miss my daily cocktail, I'd have to say that I doubt it; where certain things are concerned, I plan ahead.
— Luis Buñuel
It seemed that I performed better sober than drunk. Who knew?
— Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot
Cover your glass in France or Germany --even worse, in England - and in the voice of someone who has personally affronted, your host will ask why you're not drinking. 'Oh, I just don't feel like it this morning.''Why not?''I guess I'm not in the mood?''Well, this'll put you in the mood. Here. Drink up.''No, really, I'm OK.''Just taste it.''Actually, I'm sort of...well, I sort of have a problem with it.''Then how about half a glass?
— David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames
To a drinker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek; in the bottle, you find.
— Caroline Knapp, Drinking: A Love Story
The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that. And you also have to be 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn't really a drink, it's more a mascara thinner. "Nobody likes my shoes!" "I made... I made fifty... fucking vol-au-vents, and not one of you... not one of you... said 'Thank you.'" And my favourite: "Everybody, shut up. Shut up! This song is all about me.
— Dylan Moran
You know that movie, where the little boy says 'I see dead people'?The Sixth Sense.Well, I see them all the time, and I'm getting tired of it. That's what's ruined my mood. Here it is, almost Christmas, and I didn't even think about putting up a tree, because I'm still seeing the autopsy lab in my head. I'm still smelling it on my hands. I come home on a day like this, after two postmortems, and I can't think about cooking dinner. I can't even look at a piece of meat without thinking of muscle fibers. All I can deal with is a cocktail. And then I pour the drink and smell the alcohol, and suddenly there I am, back in the lab. Alcohol, formalin, they both have that same sharp smell.
— Tess Gerritsen, The Sinner
I feel like today should be a perfect Meatball day... Let's just get wastey-pants!
— Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi
Ive created a new drink! I'm calling it the Piñata Colada! Its sweet and tasty, but when you wake up the next morning your head feels like its been hitten with a stick.
— José N. Harris
Alcohol, I had learned, was an eloquent if somewhat inaccurate interpreter. I had placed my trust that December night in glass after glass of it, eager not for drink but for a bit of talk. 
— Monique Truong, The Book of Salt
The devil lives in a double-shot", Roman explains himself obscurely. "I got a great worm inside. Gnaws and gnaws. Every day I drown him and every day he gnaws. Help me drown the worm, fellas.
— Nelson Algren, The Neon Wilderness
My first incident drinking alcohol occurred after a 2-month period in which I stole wine coolers and beers from my parents and hid them in different places around my room. I was 14 years old, in eighth grade. I invited a friend over one night after I had stolen enough. After 2 wine coolers the friend interrupted me, saying, "Hold on," and vomited into a trash can. I vomited a lot into the toilet. The next day, like a dumbass, I put the empty wine cooler and beer bottles in our outside garbage bin without trying to cover them. My dad caught me as a result, but hid it from my mom for unknown reasons.
— Brandon Scott Gorrell
It's meant I will act like less of an asshole, but feel much more like one.
— Koren Zailckas, Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood
I mulled over what he had told me as I savored the Scotch. Not bad, really — like a beer that’s been in a brawl.
— David Justice
Curse you, cheap beer. Must find miso in tiny packet.
— MCM
I took a breath. Pictured the bed waiting for me upstairs. Then retreated to the lobbybar alone and ordered an ice-cold gin martini, a small signal to myself that my work was done. I held the glass, its inverted construction an insult to gravity and the order of things. Just like our Movement, from the outside the balance of power seems all wrong. But hold a martini glass in your hand and you know instinctively that it is just right.
— Stuart Connelly, Confessions of a Velour-Shirted Man
We want ecstasy as a way of life, not a liver-poisoning alcoholiday from it.
— CrimethInc., Anarchy and Alcohol
A drink centers me but I usually make myself wait until at least 9:00 PM for that. Or 8:00 PM. Whichever comes first.
— Bill Callahan, Letters to Emma Bowlcut
People, heed my warning: That stuff is Specials Olympics in a pint glass. You think they are harmless and not very strong, and the next thing you know it is an hour later and you are in the bathroom of the bar with your pants off, surrounded by five girls, giving your boxers to a bachelorette party because one of the girls is cute and told you that you had a nice butt. Be forewarned. - from the Austin Road Trip story
— Tucker Max
The best thing is the combined effect of nicotine with alcohol, greater than the sum of the two parts.
— Sebastian Faulks, Engleby
Sam took another sip of the pruno. It went down smoother this time, possibly because he no longer had feeling in his extremities.
— Tod Goldberg, The Reformed
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, the women she used to invite, married or single, were, at the best, in their precarious forties; some of them would bring from their homes, in dark taxis, intact vestiges of good looks, which, however, they lost as the party progressed. It has always amazed me - the capacity sociable weekend revelers have of finding almost at once, by a purely empiric but very precise method, a common denominator of drunkenness, to which everybody loyally sticks before descending, all together, to the next level. The rich friendliness of the matrons was marked by tomboyish overtones, while the fixed inward look of amiably tight men was like a sacrilegious parody of pregnancy. Although some of the guests were connected in one way or another with the arts, there was no inspired talk, no wreathed, elbow-propped heads, and of course no flute girls. From some vantage point where she had been sitting in a stranded mermaid pose on the pale carpet with one or two younger fellows, Cynthia, her face varnished with a film of beaming sweat, would creep up on her knees, a proffered plate of nuts in one hand, and crisply tap with the other the athletic leg of Cochran or Corcoran, an art dealer, ensconced, on a pearl-grey sofa, between two flushed, happily disintegrating ladies.At a further stage there would come spurts of more riotous gaiety. Corcoran or Coransky would grab Cynthia or some other wandering woman by the shoulder and lead her into a corner to confront her with a grinning imbroglio of private jokes and rumors, whereupon, with a laugh and a toss of her head, he would break away. And still later there would be flurries of intersexual chumminess, jocular reconciliations, a bare fleshy arm flung around another woman's husband (he standing very upright in the midst of a swaying room), or a sudden rush of flirtatious anger, of clumsy pursuit-and the quiet half smile of Bob Wheeler picking up glasses that grew like mushrooms in the shade of chairs. ("The Vane Sisters")
— Vladimir Nabokov, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
My head was dizzy, but what of that? Float, stupid wooden head, and care nothing for tomorrow.
— Irfan Orga, Portrait of a Turkish Family
A substantial daily intake of alcohol was the perfect way to stay in shape.
— Simon Napier-Bell, I'm Coming to Take You to Lunch: A Fantastic Tale of Boys, Booze and How Wham! Were Sold to China
Lucy preferred gin and tonics during the summer and switched over to whiskey sours in the winter. At dinner, a sit-down affair with the family, Lucy drank whatever the Temerlins drank, including expensive French wines. "She never gets obnoxious, even when smashed to the brink of unconsciousness," wrote Maurice, revealing more about the chimp's alcoholism than perhaps he intended. At one point, he tried to wean Lucy off the good stuff and onto Boone's Farm apple wine. Assuming she would delight in the fruity swill, he purchased a case and filled her glass one night at dinner. Lucy took a sip of the apple wine, noticed her parents were drinking something else, and put her glass down. She then graabbed Maurice's glass of Chablis and polished it off. She finished Jane's next. Not another sip of Boone's farm ever touched her lips.
— Elizabeth Hess, Nim Chimpsky: The Chimp Who Would Be Human
His abhorrence and fear of alcohol did not extend to his power as host. He kept a huge cupboard of drinks in the station house and loved to serve large measures to visiting relatives--especially those he disliked--about which there was a definite element of spreading bait for garden snails.
— John McGahern, That They May Face The Rising Sun
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, or even because his old woman has pasted him with a dornick, but a drink to get drunk with I do not sell. Now I'm telling you you've had enough for tonight, and in the morning you'll be thanking me...' ("My Brother's Keeper")
— Fletcher Pratt, Tales From Gavagan's Bar
Shan stared at his glass, then lifted it under his nose. It was the closest he would knowingly get to tasting the hard liquor. It was not because it would violate the vows of the monks, which he had not taken, but because somehow it felt as though it would violate his teachers who still sat behind prison wire in Lhadrung.
— Eliot Pattison, Water Touching Stone
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 simply laughed at her fears and gone on walking down it, till finally he had stumbled and fell. Then, for a long time, he stayed away, and if he had stayed away long enough he would have been all right; but one night he began walking down it again - and met the girl. It was inevitable that on Fool's Street there should be women as well as wine.He had walked down it many times in many different towns, and now he was walking down it once again in yet another town. Fool's Street never changed, no matter where you went, and this one was no different from the others. The same skeletonic signs bled beer names in vacant windows; the same winos sat in doorways nursing muscatel; the same drunk tank awaited you when at last your reeling footsteps failed. And if the sky was darker than usual, it was only because of the rain which had begun falling early that morning and been falling steadily ever since.
— Robert F. Young, The Worlds of Robert F. Young
My father gave me everything he had. Everything I had I gave to alcohol.
— Dmitry Dyatlov
At first, I taste bitter but slowly and gradually, I become your best friend at the times of happiness and sorrow. I no longer taste bitter. Then, you crave for me. You can’t live without me. Embrace me I am your ‘Love at first sip’. I am your best friend; I am your worst nightmare.”										 -ALCOHOL.
— Bhavik Sarkhedi
Alcohol is good at disinfecting things It can clean a surface or erase memories
— Richard L.  Ratliff
I cannot offer wine without the poison of the alcohol within.
— Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning
Jesse reached into a bottom drawer and brought out a bottle of... oh, hey, single-malt scotch. Some SOFs did know how to live.
— Robin McKinley, Sunshine
I have never seen anyone drink like he did. To say he drank with a vengeance is almost understating it: it was almost as if there was a thirst there, a deep and insatiable craving that made the man keep going back for more and more until he sat down in one corner with a bottle.
— Yudhanjaya Wijeratne, Numbercaste
It's too warm for red wine; now I mix gin and tonics instead. I find they make the ordinary sensation of living lighter, less ruffled.
— Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
Understand now, I'm purely a fiction writer and do not profess to be an earnest student of political science, but I believe strongly that such a law as one prohibiting liquor is foolish.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Every morning Mrs Eglantine sat at the round bamboo bar of the New Pacific Hotel and drank her breakfast. This consisted of two quick large brandies, followed by several slower ones. By noon breakfast had become lunch and by two o'clock the pouches under and above Mrs Eglantine's bleared blue eyes began to look like large puffed pink prawns.
— H.E. Bates, Seven by Five
Charity shook her head, struggling to get back into the flow of Lady Margaret's crisply worded presentation. Brandy brought sleep, and a temporary escape from the ache of a broken heart. But in the morning came gritty eyes, a furry tongue, and a pounding headache that made a foolish girl wince and rub her temples whenever her coolly perfect boss was looking the other way.
— Carol Storm, Burning Captivity
The mistake we make is in thinking rape isn’t premeditated, that it happens by accident somehow, that you’re drunk and you run into a girl who’s also drunk and half-asleep on a bench and you sidle up to her and things get out of hand and before you know it, you’re being accused of something you’d never do. But men who rape are men who watch for the signs of who they believe they can rape. Rape culture isn’t a natural occurrence; it thrives thanks to the dedicated attention given to women in order to take away their security. Rapists exist on a spectrum, and maybe this attentive version is the most dangerous type: women are so used to being watched that we don’t notice when someone’s watching us for the worst reason imaginable. They have a plan long before we even get to the bar to order our first drink.
— Scaachi Koul, One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter
The second whiskey is always my favorite. From the third on, it no longer has any taste. It's just something to pour into your stomach.
— Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
I mostly drink clear booze because the rest of it looks it's already been through a gentleman.
— Christopher Buehlman, Those Across the River
Drink, drink! Bacchus is the enemy of Venus."From The Diary Of An Orange Tree
— Hanns Heinz Ewers, Nachtmahr: Strange Tales
I shall always attribute my uncertain start in New Zealand to the fact that I was introduced too early to what is knows as the 'five o'clock swill'. The phrase has, when you consider it, a wonderful pastoral - one might almost say idyllic - ring to it. It conjures up a picture of fat but hungry porcines, all freshly scrubbed, eagerly and gratefully partaking of their warm mash from the horny but kindly hands of the jovial farmer, a twinkling eyed son of the soil.Nothing could be further from the truth.The five o'clock swill is the direct result of New Zealand's imbecilic licensing laws. In order to prevent people getting drunk the pubs close at six, just after the workers leave work. This means they have to leave their place of employment, rush frantically to the nearest pub, and make a desperate attempt to drink as much beer as they can in the shortest possible time. As a means of cutting down drunkenness, this is quite one of the most illogical deterrents I have come across.
— Gerald Durrell, Two in the Bush
I'm Irish yet I don't drink as I refuse to be a stereotype and live down to the expectations of others.
— Stewart Stafford
Of the small number of things which I have liked and done well, drinking is by far the thing I have done best. Although I have read a lot, I have drunk more. I have written much less than most people who write; but I have drunk more than the majority of the people who drink.
— Guy Debord
I—I don’t drink,” said Shina. The Captain clicked her tongue. “Well, I don’t know your life,” she said, “but that might be part of your greater overall problem.
— Emily Foster
Let me tell you something you probably already know. It's that second cord that should remain in the neck of the bottle. You can liberate 1, but two bottles of wine for 2 people is 1 bottle too many. There was a reason the French bottled wine the way they did. 2 and a half glasses was plenty of wine for 2 people to consume with dinner. But that's not how it went with us.
— Dorothea Benton Frank, The Hurricane Sisters
Let me tell you something you probably already know. It's that second cork that should remain in the neck of the bottle. You can liberate 1, but two bottles of wine for 2 people is 1 bottle too many. There was a reason the French bottled wine the way they did. 2 and a half glasses was plenty of wine for 2 people to consume with dinner. But that's not how it went with us.
— Dorothea Benton Frank, The Hurricane Sisters
A strong drink can numb the soul as good as any prayer
— Erin Bowman, Vengeance Road
Oh, I'm not saying that alcohol is perfect. It has caused its share of problems. Russia is only one example.
— Dave Barry, I'll Mature When I'm Dead: Dave Barry's Amazing Tales of Adulthood
Alcohol's a depressant, it will let me down later.
— Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Well, I may get drunk," the Widow admitted, "but I don't stagger. Sometimes I fall down. But I don't stagger.
— Nelson Algren, The Neon Wilderness
... I should wish to add, as a tribute to the great merits of your lordship's cellar, that, although I was obliged to drink a somewhat large quantity both of the Cockburn '68 and the 1800 Napoleon I feel no headache or other ill effects this morning. Trusting that your lordship is deriving real benefit from the country air, and that the little information I have been able to obtain will prove satisfactory, I remain, With respectful duty to all the family, their ladyships, Obediently yours, MERVYN BUNTER. 　"Y'know," said Lord Peter thoughtfully to himself, "I sometimes think Mervyn Bunter's pullin' my leg.
— Dorothy L. Sayers, Whose Body?
It is not against the law to drink in public places, and you will see people drinking in parks or by the lake. The Swiss have a more relaxed attitude to alcohol consumption. From the age of 16, young people can be served beer or wine in a bar.
— Clare O'Dea, The Naked Swiss: A Nation Behind 10 Myths
Some mysterious revenge of nature has seen to it that no poem in praise of drink or tobacco (or snuff, if any) can succeed.
— Kingsley Amis, The New Oxford Book of Light Verse
Under the spell of alcohol your differences recede.
— Jay McInerney, Bright Lights, Big City
Every full bottle of alcohol has a message in it, a surprise that one will not discover until one drinks it
— Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer
Not giving him booze, are you? He's a little young for it.
— Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
Do you guys ever reach the point of drunkenness where you're so drunk you're like "I better keep drinking to sober up" and then you're like "you know, I recognise that that is not how it works. But...
— Hannah Hart
Wine?" said Zoe. "At two in the afternoon?""I've decided to become an alcoholic. Just for the duration of my middle years." She filled a glass and rested it on the edge of the washbasin. "That's yours.
— Mo Hayder, Hanging Hill
Whoever said that a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts...was clearly still drunk off their ass. -Jackson 'Blame It on the Pain
— Ashley Jade, Blame It on the Pain
Drinking people are loud people. This is loston children, who make monkey bars of noise,climbing through and over its steel pipesuntil they king the metal smell of mountain.
— Ken Craft, The Indifferent World
When my grandmother comes to dinner at our house she always carries her own jar of Turner’s Special Blend. She knows how much she needs and doesn’t want to be caught short. My brother remembers her at Christmas one year, an especially weepy time for her, when she put her hands around his neck and murmured, My little angel, you wouldn’t be so hard to kill. And though he knew it was only the whiskey talking, he also knew that the whiskey talked daily.
— Nick Flynn, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City
Love is like liquor. In love, u feel high as u feel when you drink too much alcohol. It stays in your head for some time, making u tipsy n turvy and disconnected with everything. But just like it's effect fades away slowly and slowly, aching your every nerve so does the after effects of falling out of love. No drug can soothe it away.
— Nikita Dudani
Drinking turns a fool into a merry fool.
— Neel Burton
The Pilgrims believed beer was an unalloyed good, a 'good creature of God.' People who did not drink were suspect and 'crank-brained.
— Susan Cheever, Drinking in America: Our Secret History
Somebody tells you they drink because they’re a failure, it ain’t so. They’re a failure because they drink. And they drink because it’s so damn hard not to. But as long as they have a bottle that isn’t empty, they never feel far from being happy.("Bums")
— William Kent Krueger, Twin Cities Noir
I took another draught and my mouth was awash again in a riptide of bitter, bubbly, CO2 eruptions and the fruity splash of malted barley. What a sensation! I wasn't sure if I liked it at first, but by bottle's end I was a dedicated fan.
— Joel Miller, Size Matters: How Big Government Puts the Squeeze on America's Families, Finances, and Freedom
The two of them together in a place like Retribution Falls would result in alcoholic carnage, sure as bird shit on statues.
— Chris Wooding, Retribution Falls
Drinking also maroons you without provisions on the island of self. Like most other promises it makes, alcohol's vow of kinship, that it will bridge your life to others, smooth the way, proves false. Fooled again: you're alone.
— James Sallis, Ghost of a Flea
Ever since, in the U.K. they banned smoking in public places, I've never enjoyed a drinks party ever again. And the reason, I only worked out just the other day, is when you go to a drinks party and you stand up and you hold a glass of red wine and you talk endlessly to people, you don't actually want to spend all the time talking. It's really, really tiring. Sometimes you just want to stand there silently, alone with your thoughts. Sometimes you just want to stand in the corner and stare out of the window. Now the problem is, when you can't smoke, if you stand and stare out of the window on your own, you're an antisocial, friendless idiot. If you stand and stare out of the window on your own with a cigarette, you're a fucking philosopher.
— Rory Sutherland
While I can’t walk on water, I can certainly wobble on whisky.
— Ashwin Sanghi
How is that for some people drinking is a short-term loan on the spirit, but for others a heavy mortgage on the soul?
— Sebastian Barry
There is a great independence, and a confident immunity to risk, in all drinks made out of cactus.
— Alan LeMay, The Searchers
Being me is a job — is labour so time-consuming and expensive that I have to have a second job just to support it. So that I can drink, I have to get drink and that isn’t something people give away and then there’s drink that I need because I have drunk and the other drink I have to keep around because, sooner or later, I will drink it. That’s a full-time occupation: that’s like being a miner, or a nurse.
— A.L. Kennedy, Paradise
I can party like a twenty-four-year-old but it takes me almost a week to recover.
— Amy Poehler
There is this advantage about German beer: it does not make a man drunk as the word drunk is understood in England. There is nothing objectionable about him; he is simply tired. He does not want to talk; he wants to be let alone, to go to sleep; it does not matter where— anywhere.
— Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men on the Bummel
She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.
— Sara Sheridan, British Bulldog
Gin and tonics won't say "I love you" and neither will he.
— Sarabeth Purcell
What’s your poison or should I just waste my money by guessing something you probably won’t even drink? I’d much rather get you something you like.
— Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans
By three in the afternoon, after one Bintang too many, I was absolutely smashed and feared that trying to stand may end badly.
— S.A. Tawks, Mule
How many of you were born in Oklahoma? Yeah, never raise your hand to a question like that again. We’re the mecca of beer-drinkin’ rednecks.
— Bryant A. Loney, To Hear The Ocean Sigh
Hyacinth took out a bottle of rum, and Phaedra raised her eyebrows, a reflex she'd acquired upon seeing her father and mother under its influence, their eyes and mouths turned wilder, as if a cork at the edges of their personalities had come unscrewed.
— Naomi Jackson, The Star Side of Bird Hill
There is indeed one person who can help solve “writer’s block”. His name is Mr Johnnie Walker.
— Ashwin Sanghi
For sensible men I prepare only three kraters: one for health (which they drink first), the second for love and pleasure, and the third for sleep. After the third one is drained, wise men go home. The fourth krater is not mine any more - it belongs to bad behaviour; the fifth is for shouting; the sixth is for rudeness and insults; the seventh is for fights; the eighth is for breaking the furniture; the ninth is for depression; the tenth is for madness and unconsciousness.
— Eubulus, Eubulus: The Fragments
How many nights are we here?" Cassie asked. "Six? So we need what, 20 bottles?
— Gennifer Albin, Teaching Roman
Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.
— Sara Sheridan, British Bulldog
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.
— Joe Buckler, Later That Night
Things, since you left, have not gone well with me: they have taken me from a place where there was gin to a place where there is no gin[.]
— Sarah Caudwell
I cannot trust my other side, my drunken side, to act in my best interests anymore.
— Robert  Black
People feel alcohol heals heart (diseases) but in theory, it peels the heart.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Whether it is north or south, alcohol affects both health and wealth.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Although people are so kind to alcohol, still alcohol makes them blind.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Alcoholics never win but always do sin.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Alcohol makes man into a monkey and then monkey into a donkey. Thus, there is evolution degradation.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Alcohol is not only a homely drink because also it drinks the whole family.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
If you drink alcohol with your friends, then friends will become your enemies. If you drink alcohol with your enemies, then your enemies will become animals.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
If a man drinks alcohol with his wife, then he is a thief. If he drinks alcohol with his son, it is sin. If he drinks alcohol with his daughter, he is slaughter.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
If a rich man drinks alcohol, he will easily become a poor. If a poor man does not drink alcohol, he will easily become rich.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Alcohol makes the nobleman into a feeble man.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Alcohol is none other than a call from the hall (of alcoholics). That hall is none other than the hell.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
You need to relax. Maybe we should stop at a bar for alcohol first.""For me or for them?""For them, of course. It's important to get them loaded early in the day. Makes them easier to control.
— Jaci Burton, Quarterback Draw
Alcohol is good for killing microbes. It does mean that it also kills macrobes (human).
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
I don't drink no whiskey but I'm a fool about my home made wine. I stays around Dallas cause I makes it there all the time
— Blind Lemon Jefferson
People drink alcohol as a whole, but alcohol makes a hole in the heart (for bleeding) and also a hole in the shirt (packet)(for squeezing money).
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
the forecast for tonight is alcohol, low standards, and poor decisions.
— Laura Kreitzer, Love's Paradox
He poured this to the brim with good bourbon (Miss Elling knew it was good bourbon because she had helped herself to a snifter from the flask during his luncheon absence on her third day in his employ) and spent ten minutes sipping the drink.
— Matthew Blood
Alcohol initially makes man strong after a brief time, then makes a man ‘weak’ after a ‘week,’ after a ‘month’ - it affects his ‘health’ and after a ‘year,’ his life ends with ‘tear.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
People use alcohol for just fun. This fun then makes them use gun. Finally, it ends up with sin.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Drink and drive are prohibited in all countries. Otherwise, alcohol will drive us to hell or at-least to jail.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Hair of the dog and to keep me company I made a drink.
— James Kirkwood Jr., P.S. Your Cat Is Dead: A Novel
The only thing we chase our shots with are high-fives.
— Joe Buckler, Later That Night
I want a new liver to replace my heart.""Um, why?""Because then I could drink more and care less.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
The social prestige of wine at table and at the club must be destroyed through lofty example and polite ridicule; forces which are not always available, and for whose successful operation much time will be required. But the outstanding fact remains, that the world has come to regard liquor in a new and clearer light. Our next generation of poets will contain but few Anacreons, for the thinking element of mankind has robbed the flowing bowl of its fancied virtues and fictitious beauties. The grape, so long permitted to masquerade as the inspirer of wit and art, is now revealed as the mother of ruin and death. The wolf at last stands divested of its sheep’s clothing.
— H.P. Lovecraft
In 1969 I gave up women and alcohol - it was the worst 20 minutes of my life.
— George Best
I had never been a dresser. My shirts were all faded and shrunken, 5 or 6 years old, threadbare. My pants the same. I hated department stores, I hated the clerks, they acted so superior, they seemed to know the secret of life, they had a confidence I didn't possess. My shoes were always broken down and old, I disliked shoe stores too. I never purchased anything until it was completely unusable, and that included automobiles. It wasn't a matter of thrift, I just couldn't bear to be a buyer needing a seller, seller being so handsome and aloof and superior. Besides, it all took time, time when you could just be laying around and drinking.
— Charles Bukowski, Women
Later he´ll be drunk in extremis and will only be able to speak the esperanto of alcoholics, which is a language full of stutterings from the geological layers of our animal ancestors
— Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
When you are young your body cannot handle alcohol, and when you get old your mind cannot handle it. Either way, alcohol has its way.
— Robert  Black
It is no longer necessary to preach sonorously of the sinful and deleterious effect of liquor on the human mind and body; the essential evil is recognised scientifically, and only the sophistry of conscious immorality remains to be combated. Brewers and distillers still strive clumsily to delude the public by the transparent misstatements of their advertisements, and periodicals of easy conscience still permit these advertisements to disgrace their pages; but the end of such pernicious pretension is not remote. The drinker of yesterday flaunted his voice before all without shame; the average drinker of today must needs resort to excuses.
— H.P. Lovecraft
Though at times interested in reforms, notably prohibition (I have never tasted alcoholic liquor), I was inclined to be bored by ethical casuistry; since I believed conduct to be a matter of taste and breeding, with virtue, delicacy, and truthfulness as symbols of gentility. Of my word and honour I was inordinately proud, and would permit no reflections to be cast upon them. I thought ethics too obvious and commonplace to be scientifically discussed, and considered philosophy solely in its relation to truth and beauty. I was, and still am, pagan to the core.
— H.P. Lovecraft, Against Religion: The Atheist Writings of H.P. Lovecraft
Sophara scrawled orders on a slate and handed it to one of the libationarians, whose encyclopedic knowledge of the contents and locations of all the bottles kept the bar running.
— Scott Lynch, Rogues
And even in the open air the stench of whiskey was appalling. To this fiendish poison, I am certain, the greater part of the squalor I saw is due. Many of these vermin were obviously not foreigners—I counted at least five American countenances in which a certain vanished decency half showed through the red whiskey bloating. Then I reflected upon the power of wine, and marveled how self-respecting persons can imbibe such stuff, or permit it to be served upon their tables. It is the deadliest enemy with which humanity is faced. Not all the European wars could produce a tenth of the havock occasioned among men by the wretched fluid which responsible governments allow to be sold openly. Looking upon that mob of sodden brutes, my mind’s eye pictured a scene of different kind; a table bedecked with spotless linen and glistening silver, surrounded by gentlemen immaculate in evening attire—and in the reddening faces of those gentlemen I could trace the same lines which appeared in full development of the beasts of the crowd. Truly, the effects of liquor are universal, and the shamelessness of man unbounded. How can reform be wrought in the crowd, when supposedly respectable boards groan beneath the goblets of rare old vintages? Is mankind asleep, that its enemy is thus entertained as a bosom friend? But a week or two ago, at a parade held in honour of the returning Rhode Island National Guard, the Chief Executive of this State, Mr. Robert Livingston Beeckman, prominent in New York, Newport, and Providence society, appeared in such an intoxicated condition that he could scarce guide his mount, or retain his seat in the saddle, and he the guardian of the liberties and interests of that Colony carved by the faith, hope, and labour of Roger Williams from the wilderness of savage New-England! I am perhaps an extremist on the subject of prohibition, but I can see no justification whatsoever for the tolerance of such a degrading demon as drink.
— H.P. Lovecraft, Lord of a Visible World: An Autobiography in Letters
When you drink alcohol you are just borrowing happiness from tomorrow.
— Jessica Nigri
I've stopped drinking, but only while I'm asleep.
— George Best
The thing about alcohol, though non-drinkers, non-alcoholics and reformed alcoholics may falsely dispute this, is that each day, or night on booze, is a different journey, the destination being a mystery, but quite possibly the final one.
— Robert  Black
Volnaka ... did a remarkable job of getting anyone drunk with alacrity. It also worked well as a combustible in lamps, as paint remover, was a marvelous antiseptic and was singularly effective at erasing any memory of ever having imbibed it
— J.R. Hardesty, The Last Giant: Transgression, Part 1
Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions. I also like vile women, drunk cursing bitches with loose stockings and sloppy mascara faces. I'm more interested in perverts than saints. I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.
— Charles Bukowski, South of No North
Some seeksolace inwhiskey,I drown mysorrowsin ink.
— Noor Shirazie
Rather a drink be my master than a man.
— Pierce Brown, Red Rising
An elderly black man with gray hair said, "Every bottle should come with a warning: 'This bottle may cause you to lose your job. This bottle may cause you to get a divorce. This bottle may cause you to become homeless.
— Akhil   Sharma, Family Life
We do not want to believe that we cannot control alcohol and that alcohol is, in truth, controlling and dictating our lives. When you free yourself of a dictator, like alcohol, the freedom that you experience is totally amazing and so empowering. You get your life back.
— Liz Hemingway
Pour alcohol on a bundle of nerves and it generally turns into a can of worms.
— Ross Macdonald, The Chill
In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.
— Ross Macdonald, The Chill
You are giving up nothing! You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
— Liz Hemingway, I Need To Stop Drinking!
He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.
— Franz Kafka
This stage in the life of the buzz is truly fabulous. It's not even a buzz anymore. It's a roar. The world opens up and everything's yours right there, right now. You've probably heard the expression -- All good things must come to an end. Well, this stage in the life of the buzz never heard anything close to that. This stage says, "I will never end. I am indestructible. I will last fabulously forever." And of course, you believe it. To hell with tomorrow. To hell with all problems and barriers. Nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.
— Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now
Day zero, the disaster, the serious shock, the near self-destruction.Day two, the suffering, the repentance, the depression, and the promises.Day three, the recovery, the wall, some light, and the joy.Day four, the strength, the resolution, the celebration, and the plan.Day five, exercise to purify and strengthen, the first twinge, small and beaten.Day six, many twinges, major twinges, the doubt, the questions, the boredom, the resentment, and the wall begins to crumble.Day seven, off to buy booze.
— Robert  Black
Buddy eyed me closely. His eyes were filigreed with red. I watched as he went through one of those instantaneous mood swings that only drunks and menstruating women can manage.
— G.M. Ford, Who in Hell Is Wanda Fuca?
People spend half of their free time drinking alcohol and the other half watching totally sober people on television. And they want to be those people, live those lives. Ever wondered why we rarely see a person actually drinking alcohol on television? It’s because they would come across embarrassing sad-assed losers. They just wouldn't be entertaining. They would think they were.
— Robert  Black, The Control Sickness