Category Archives: ALCOHOL

He that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.

WELLINS CALCOTT, Thoughts Moral and Divine

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(Holding his dram and staring it in the eye)
Ye killed me mother;
Ye killed me father;
Ah, sweet revenge!!

From a fine old Scottish gentleman from
“The Black Isle,” who passed away years ago:

Alcohol removes inhibitions – like that scared little mouse who got drunk and shook his whiskers and shouted: “Now bring on that damn cat!”

– Eleanor Early

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Most people aren’t appreciated enough, and the bravest things we do in our lives are usually known only to ourselves. No one throws ticker tape on the man who chose to be faithful to his wife, on the lawyer who didn’t take the drug money.

– Peggy Noonan

Poverty is in want of much, avarice of everything.

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As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapour that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did — then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen — Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.



Three comforts of old age: fire, tea and tobacco. Welsh

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“It is so very easy and so very pleasant, too, to read only books which lead to nothing, light and interesting books, and the more the better, that it is almost as difficult to wean ourselves from it as from the habit of chewing tobacco to excess, or of smoking the whole time, or of depending for stimulus upon tea or coffee or spirits.”

― Charles Francis Adams

On hangovers: He resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again.


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“In his dream, George Stetchkin was in the dock at the Central Criminal Court, accused of the murder of nine million innocent brain cells. The usher was showing the jury the alleged murder weapon, an empty Bison Brand vodka bottle. Then the judge glared at him over the rims of his spectacles and sentenced him to the worst hangover of his life.”

― Tom Holt, Blonde Bombshell

Even if your words are a lie, your eyes always tell the truth.

Libby Saumur.

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It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses



Enter alcohol, exit words.


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“I don’t know many rules to live by,’ he’d said. ‘But here’s one. It’s simple. Don’t put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles–drug or tattoo–and…no inessential penises either.’

‘Inessential penises?’ Karou had repeated, delighted with the phrase in spite of her grief. ‘Is there any such thing as an essential one?’

‘When an essential one comes along, you’ll know,’ he’d replied.”

― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“Whiskey and beer are all right in their place, but their place is in hell.”

—Billy Sunday

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“When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.”
― James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss

Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing from something.

~Wilson Mizner

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Drugs are a bet with your mind.”

“It’s like gambling, somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don’t know where you’re going to end up the next day. It could work out good, or it could be disastrous. It’s like the throw of the dice.”

― Jim Morrison

I try to convince myself that it’s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can’t talk. It just sits there. It can’t even get itself out of the bottle.” ―

David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

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Nothing in the world was more terrible than an empty bottle! Unless it was an empty glass.

-William Lowndes

To the poor memories of drunks,’ she said. ‘To all the lovely nights forever lost.”

― S. Fitts

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“Elliot Rawley was a drinker, Cy’s mother had been right. And he was a poor drinker. One that let the demons of the bottle into his head when he tipped it back, demons that went about unloosing all the trouble they could find stashed in the catacombs of his mind. Every tragic thing that had ever happened, every self-doubt, every delusion, freed itself from bondage and revisited him when he drank.

― Sarah Hall, The Electric Michelangelo

My only regret involved the sad knowledge that I could not handle the amount of alcohol I would have enjoyed. “Easy is the descent into Hell.”

― Robert A. Heinlein, Job: A Comedy of Justice

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“Booze makes you stupid and like it. It makes you fall around and not care. And eventually, stupid is the only way you know how to be. Cocaine makes you feel important, that life matters, that you matter. That the music is better than it really is. That every conversation
is profound and that all pretenses have been stripped away. Ecstasy makes you dance all night and love your friends so much, in a way that you’ve never been able to tell them about before. Acid makes you see pretty colours and makes things breathe. But Sadness, there is nothing like Sadness.”

Intentional Dissonance

“Some prefer liquor, others prefer tofu, and some even like rotten salmon.”

Taiwanese Proverb

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“Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by”

― J.R.R. Tolkien

A warning to the wise is a blessing, to the fool an insult.

Swahili Proverbs

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“I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: “Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.”
― George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?

An alcoholic has been lightly defined as a man who drinks more than his own doctor.

Alvan L. Barach

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“Oh, Mr. Trout…teach us to sing and dance and laugh and cry. We’ve tried to survive so long on money and sex and envy and real estate and football and basketball and automobiles and television and alcohol — on sawdust and broken glass!”

― Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

“On some days, my head is filled with such wild and original thoughts that I can barely utter a word. On other days, the liqour store is closed.”

–Frank Varano

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“Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.”
― W.H. Auden

Sometimes, if you aren’t sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.”

— Danielle Steel

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“My dad is much too smart and complicated to ever express himself through brute violence, but he had a bad temper under the influence. When he was drunk, he’d act out by making inappropriate comments at the expense of those in his presence. Needless to say, he burned many bridges that way.”

― Slash with Anthony Bozza

Whiskey don’t make liars it just makes fools.”

― James McMurtry

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King Whiskey’s father down in Hell,

He rubbed his hands with glee,

“My son on earth is doing well,

Extremely well,” said he;

“Pile up the logs upon the blaze

And let the furnace roar,

Another batch of Whiskey’s slaves

Is hammering at the door.”

The flames shot up a brilliant red,

The grid was white with heat,

A basting pot of boiling lead

Was placed on every seat.

“Ha, ha,” said Satan, “this is neat;

We have no cause to fear

That they’ll complain they did not meet

A warm reception here.”

King Whiskey sat upon his throne,

His courtiers standing round,

All meek, subservient in tone,

They bowed them to the ground.

In tribute then they handed up

Their stores of golden wealth,

And from the reeking poison cup

They drank King Whiskey’s health!

And out beyond the palace gates

The wives and mothers stand,

And, breathless, loudly curse the fates

That whiskey rules the land.

The courtiers dimly hear the cry,

But Whiskey dulls their ears,

“Fill up, let revelry run high,

We’ll drown these childish fears!”

And men there are in Whiskey’s land

Complaining times are bad

And money getting scarcer and

But little to be had;

And yet however bad is trade

And things however flat,

King Whiskey’s tribute must be paid,

They can’t go short of that!

King Whiskey’s courtiers soon grow old,

And tribute’s falling short,

The strength is gone, the blood is cold

The once clear mind distraught!

And demons, imps, and grinning apes.

And glaring reptiles yell,

And loathsome forms and fearsome shapes

All point the road to Hell!

But Whiskey’s court is bright and gay.

Nor do the ranks grow thin,

For as the old are borne away

The younger ones come in.

King Whiskey’s father down in Hell,

He rubs his hands with glee,

“My son on earth is doing well, Extremely well,” says he.

Hold the bottle up to the light; you will see your dreams are always at the bottom.

Rob Hutchison

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“Today is the time of my youth
I drink wine because it is my solace;
Do not blame me, although it is bitter it is pleasant,
It is bitter because it is my life.”
― Omar Khayyám



If you think dope is for kicks and for thrills, you’re out of your mind. There are more kicks to be had in a good case of paralytic polio or by living in an iron lung. If you think you need stuff to play music or sing, you’re crazy. It can fix you so you can’t play nothing or sing nothing.

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“You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them”

― Iyanla Vanzant, Yesterday, I Cried

“We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that’s performed upon it.”

― W.G. Sebald

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“Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.”

Beatrix Potter, (1866 – 1943) English author “The Tale of Peter Rabbit”