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.
Don't you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
Ninety percent I'll spend on good times, women and Irish Whiskey. The other ten percent I'll probably waste.
They say some of my stars drink whiskey, but I have found that ones who drink milkshakes don't win many ball games.
When you work hard all day with your head and know you must work again the next day what else can change your ideas and make them run on a different plane like whisky?
It was just so in the American Revolution, in 1776, the first delicacy the men threw overboard in Boston harbor was the tea, woman's favorite beverage. The tobacco and whiskey, though heavily taxed, they clung to with the tenacity of the devil-fish.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
I gave up drinking lots of whiskey and began to practice yoga and meditation. As a result I am not dead.
A pleasant aperitif, as well as a good chaser for a short quick whiskey, as well again for a fine supper drink, is beer.
Raise up your glasses against evil forces; Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.
Stories, like whiskey, must be allowed to mature in the cask.
There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't.
Like my old mentor would always say, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll be dead.'' Okay, she wasn't a good poet, but that lady could handle her whiskey.
Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.
Brother, be a brother, fill this tiny cup of mine. And please, sir, make it whiskey: I have no head for wine!
What else could I tell them? I like my women like I like my whiskey: 12 years old and mixed up with coke.
No man who drank or smoked could ever come nearer to me than the telephone. I'd say, I won't let you - you nicotine-soaked, beer-besmeared, whiskey-greased, red-eyed devil - talk to me face to face.
But to hear Kennedy when he was grandstanding in front of the McClellan Committee you might have thought I was making as much out of the pension fund as the Kennedys made out of selling whiskey.
Will you stop drinking whiskey? Let me plead with you to do so. And if the sisters would not think it oppressive, I would ask them to not drink quite so much strong tea.
When the weather's rough and it's whiskey in the rain it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane.
Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.
I make my protein drink with whiskey. People think I'm crazy, but that's the way I am. I get stoned, I do my own thing.
sometimes i'd wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall asleep again. i'd get out of bed, go to the kitchen, and pour myself a whiskey. glass in hand, i'd look down at the darkened cemetary across teh way and the headlights of the cars on the road. the moments of time linking night and dawn were long and dark. if i could cry, it might make things easier. but what would i cry over? i was too self centered to cry for other people, too old to cry for myself.
When life hands you lemons, make whisky sours.
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