Many great writers have also been great drinkers and their advice around this habit will either want to make you keep going or will stop you forever. But do try not to spit out your scotch laughing at the wit. If you have more to contribute, let us know in the comments section below.
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iwritereadrate said on 19 Saturday 2011 am31 8:52 am: Hi Alex. Love these quotes, especially the Byron one! All the best Adam www.iwritereadrate.com |
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Here is to you and me, may we never disagree,
but if we do to heck with you here is to me
Take two at the very most.
Take three and you're under the table.
Take four and you're under the host.
-- Anonymous
You know, I started to attribute it to her but Ms. Parker was known to accept credit for comments she may not have made at all and if memory serves, this is one of them.
"Alcohol is necessary for a man so that now and then he can have a good opinion of himself, undisturbed by the facts."
"Freedom is like drink. If you take any at all, you might as well take enough to make you happy for a while."
Finley Peter Dunne (Mr. Dooley)
"Be wary of strong drink, it can make you shoot at the tax collector...and miss."
Robert Heinlein.
A great line by probably the most quotable of the Founding Fathers.
All the best
Adam
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We were both fatherless now, and often drunk.
Drunk....
on the clear beer of sunrise
on cheap, tannic Canaries muscatel...
as Van Gogh's shadow rippling on a cornfield,
on Cezanne's boots grinding the stones of Aix
to shales of slate, ochre, and Vigie blue,
on Ganguin's hand shaking the gin-coloured dew
from the umbrella yams......
But drunkenly or secretly we swore...
that we would never leave the island
until we had put down in, in paint, in words,
...all of its sunken, leaf-choked ravines,
every neglected, selfpitying inlet
muttering in the brackish dialect......
"A second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience"
Wise fellow indeed.
Finally, the word literary on HP.
Amazing
Rodney Dangerfield
Now there was a literary genus for ya! Hahahahhaa
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim...