#drunken

In general I strive for greatness and rational achievement, but I admit to you I’ve a terrible fondness for women, a tendency towards drunkenness, and a weakness for the fumes of the poppy—opium and other miserable beauties. ↗

— Roman Payne

#drunkeness #greatness #heroin #opium #poppies

I don’t reply. Surely Tucker wouldn’t bring someone back to a room knowing that I’ll be in the bed too, first shot. He wouldn’t do anything with her after last night, this morning and this afternoon, second shot. Although he is all over her and has been since we got here, third shot. Maybe I didn’t drop my knickers quick enough, fourth shot. He’s probably laughing at me for everything I told him about the dream and stuff I wince and slam the now empty jager bomb glass down. ↗

— R.S. Burnett

#hurting #dreams

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#dreams

My father was predisposed to drunken rages. I would hide under the bed. My sister and I were talking just the other day about the terror a drunken man in a rage can create in a child. ↗

— Antonio Villaraigosa

#bed #child #create #day #drunken

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. ↗

— Herman Melville

#cannibal #christian #drunken #sleep #sober

Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. ↗

— Herman Melville

#cannibal #christian #drunken #sleep #sober

Weary looked at him and shook his head and put the tailgate up and drove down the gravel towards the bivouac, carrying two drunks, who both fatuously imagined, that once in a dream somewhere, sometime, someplace, they had managed for a moment to touch another human soul and understand it. ↗

— James Jones

#drunkenness #dreams