Brandy Quotes

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Martin Cruz Smith
“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

George Bernard Shaw
“Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned. May not one lost soul be permitted to abstain?”
George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

Elizabeth Jane Howard
“Charity liked brandy. She liked the way it burned her throat while soothing the ache in her heart.”
Elizabeth Jane Howard, Mr. Wrong

Betty Neels
“I’m sorry your evening has been spoilt; I hope Juffrouw van Doorn won’t be too upset.’

‘She will be livid,’ he observed with calm. ‘Drink your brandy, it will prevent you catching cold.’ He leant over Bertie for a moment and listened to the dog’s snores. ‘He’ll be all right now.’

Becky sipped her brandy, wrinkling her nose. ‘This tastes very peculiar.’

Not a muscle of the Baron’s face moved. He would hardly have described his best Napoleon brandy as peculiar.”
Betty Neels, The Promise of Happiness

Samuel Johnson
“Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”
Samuel Johnson
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“Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”
Samuel Jackson

Fitz-James O'Brien
“...brandy, which is fallen and accursed wine, as devils are fallen and accursed angels...

("The Wondersmith")”
Fitz James O'Brien, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror
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D.H. Lawrence
“So, after three days of incessant brandy-drinking, he had burned out the youth from his blood, he had achieved this kindled state of oneness with all the world, which is the end of youth's most passionate desire.”
D. H. Lawrence

J. Kenner
“You can't get back in the saddle if you avoid the horses.”
J. Kenner, My Fallen Saint

Amy E. Reichert
“Perched on the edge of her glass was an orange slice speared by a toothpick and topped with a dark-red cherry. She popped the cherry into her mouth and chewed. It was a good one, not the plasticky kind. This one burst on her tongue in a sweet bomb of flavor, with a boozy kick letting her know it had been soaked in brandy.”
Amy E. Reichert, The Kindred Spirits Supper Club

Amy E. Reichert
“She sipped her old-fashioned. Sweet and light, with notes of orange and the herb-spice flavor of bitters, all of it balanced with the subtle burn of brandy. It tasted like Wisconsin. It tasted like home.”
Amy E. Reichert, The Kindred Spirits Supper Club