#key

Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#love #nowhere #religion #whiskey #love

Is this how it is for everyone?' she whispered. 'No.' 'How do you know?' 'I just do. I've never felt this with anyone before.' 'Serious?' 'Serious. That isn't a line.' 'Kiss me,' she said. He did. Everywhere. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#love #mikey #love

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#thanksgiving #turkey #love

There’s just one thing I want to know.” Julian nodded. “Anything.” “When you peed and had sex outside, it wasn’t at the same time, was it? Because that’d be really nasty. ↗

— S.J. Frost

#keys-to-love #love

He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #love

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen. ↗

— Kate Bernheimer

#drinking #love #poems #whiskey #love

I must be getting back to my rooms,” Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. “Why?” “Because of Mary Darling.” He shrugged. “One o’ the maids is watchin’ her.” “But if Mary wakes she’ll want me.” “Why?” he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn’t to his fancy, but sparring with her was. “Because,” she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, “she’s only a baby and she loves me.” “Babies,” Mick pronounced, “are a great trouble.” She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#fall #get #key #live #love

I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey. ↗

— H.L. Mencken

#book-lovers #whiskey #men

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#humanity #machines #monkeys #reflection #thought