#drinking

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#creativity #drinking #art

Tequila. Straight. There's a real polite drink. You keep drinking until you finally take one more and it just won't go down. Then you know you've reached your limit. ↗

— Lee Marvin

#drink #drinking #finally #go #just

We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode, Make it one for my baby, And one more for the road. ↗

— Johnny Mercer

#brief #drinking #end #episode #friend

I had a rough spot about being a goody-goody Mormon, and not drinking or smoking. But I'm kind of grateful I've got this image now. There are no skeletons in my closet. What you see is what you get. ↗

— Donny Osmond

#being #closet #drinking #get #got

When a man wants to have an alehouse meltdown, the worst thing you can do is stand in his way ↗

— Luke Haines

#drinking #pubs #anger

To alcohol! The cause of... and solution to... all of life's problems ↗

— Matt Groening

#drinking #homer #humor #humor

I don’t drink water, because if water can erode rock, think what it can do to flesh.
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— Jarod Kintz

#drinking #erode #erosion #flesh #geology

I would pour you a glass of wine, but wouldn’t it be more romantic if you sipped it out of my armpit? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#alcohol #drinking #foreplay #funny #humor

Instead of a Lemonade Stand, I should open up a “You know what I can’t stand?” Stand. I’ll sell rants in small, medium, and large.
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— Jarod Kintz

#drink #drinking #entrepreneur #entrepreneurship #funny

Oh God how subtle he would have to be, how cunning... No paragraph, no phrase even of the thousands the book must contain could strike a discordant note, be less than fully imagined, an entire novel's worth of thought would have to be expended on each one. His attention had only to lapse for a moment, between preposition and object, colophon and chapter heading, for dead spots to appear like gangrene that would rot the whole. Silkworms didn't work as finely or as patiently as he must, and yet boldness was all, the large stroke, the end contained in and prophesied by the beginning, the stains of his clouds infinitely various but all signifying sunrise. Unity in diversity, all that guff. An enormous weariness flew over him. The trouble with drink, he had long known, wasn't that it started up these large things but that it belittled the awful difficulties of their execution. ("Novelty") ↗

— John Crowley

#creativity #drinking #writers #writing #imagination