#drunk

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

#brandy #drunkenness #party #russia #love

The proper behaviour all through the holiday season is to be drunk. The drunkenness culminates on New Years’ Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you’re married to. ↗

— P.J. O'Rourke

#love #new-years #new-years-eve #love

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#drugs #drunkenness #intoxication-and-sobriety #men

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold sober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#castle #drunk #howl #sober #escape

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#night

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#poetry #virtue #wine #virtue

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

#drinking #drunk #liquor #russia #russian

There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness—(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad as it is, no human body can be happily drunk all the time). ↗

— Roman Payne

#drunkenness #happiness #payne #rest #roman

It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls ... three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs and working the calulations of their next big mistake. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#drunks #gossip #mistakes #night #police

Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?" Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence. "och, easy, Sassenach, If ye can stand up, you're not drunk." He let go of the mantelpiece, took a step toward me, and crumpled slowly onto the hearth, eyes blank, and a wide, sweet smile on his dreaming face. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#drunk #jamie-fraser #dreams