Gin Quotes

“When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.”
― C.S. Forester, The African Queen

“Hello, sexy. I knew that you couldn't get through the night without me," Finn's smug, slightly sleepy voice filled my ear. "So why don't you tell me what you're wearing?"

I rolled my eyes. Apparently, my foster brother hadn't bothered to check his caller ID before he picked up the phone. I wondered if this was how he answered all his late night calls, or if he was actually expecting to hear from Bria. I really hoped it was the second one.

"What am I wearing? Well, right now it would be the blood of two giants, among other naughty unmentionables," I purred. "What does that do for you, sexy?"

Silence.

Then Finn cleared his throat. "Uh Gin? Did you dial my number by mistake? Shouldn't you be cooing these sweet, sweet nothings into Owen's ear instead of mine?”
― Jennifer Estep, By a Thread

“You are becoming a snake tomorrow, and as you start to devour people, with that mouth that has eaten others, you cry your love to me, and the same as today, I do wonder, will I be able to say my love to you?" - Gin Ichimaru awww”
― Tite Kubo

“Living without protecting what needs to be protected is the same as death...”
― Hideaki Sorachi

“They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.”
― Jennifer Estep, Spider's Bite

“I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?”
Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead.
“She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.”
I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.”
― Jennifer Estep, By a Thread

“The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that. And you also have to be 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn't really a drink, it's more a mascara thinner. "Nobody likes my shoes!" "I made... I made fifty... fucking vol-au-vents, and not one of you... not one of you... said 'Thank you.'" And my favourite: "Everybody, shut up. Shut up! This song is all about me.”
― Dylan Moran

“She's got a man's nightshirt on and stockings with holes in them. Somebody else's tie, a gold and green chevroned number, hangs around her neck and just at this moment it looks like a king's mantle draped over her shoulders. Her hair's all loose, her lipstick and eyeliner gone a-roving. She's got a cigar in one hand and a jar full of gin in the other, and she's laughing, laughing like for once that damned chicken crossed the road for something really good.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Speak Easy

“Being an assassin means knowing when to kill - and when not to kill.”
― Jennifer Estep, Snared

“So,” I said. “Exactly how long have the two of you been together? I assume that you’ve been going hot and heavy ever since that night at Fletcher’s house when the bounty hunters interrupted you. Am I right?”
Finn and Bria didn’t look at me or each other.
“Right,” Bria mumbled. “Although if it makes you uncomfortable—”
“Then Gin’s just going to have to deal with it,” Finn cut her off.
Bria stared at him in surprise.
“What?” Finn said. “I worked too hard and too long to get you into my bed to just cut you loose now, cupcake.”
Bria’s eyes narrowed. “Cupcake?”
“Cupcake.” Finn grinned at her. “Or would you prefer snuggle bunny?”
Bria’s hand drifted down to the gun on her leather belt, as though she wanted to pull it out and shoot Finn with it. Well, it was good to know I wasn’t the only one who occasionally had that reaction to him.
...
Then I fixed them both with a hard stare. “Just don’t ask me to take sides when the two of you go at each other. Okay?”
They nodded, then looked at each other. Finn waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and Bria snorted. But she couldn’t stop a grin from curving her lips.”
― Jennifer Estep, Spider’s Revenge

“Bria was silent for a moment. “What—what were you dreaming about?”
I shrugged. “The usual. The night that our mother and Annabella died. I always see different parts of it, different bits and pieces.”
“What did you see tonight?”
I grimaced, even though she couldn’t see it in the darkness. “Oh, tonight was a real doozy. I dreamed about watching them die, about seeing them both disappear into balls of flames as Mab’s elemental Fire washed over them.”
“Oh.”
― Jennifer Estep, Spider’s Revenge

“I shrugged the questions away. I’d find out the answers soon enough—body by bloody, bloody body.”
― Jennifer Estep, Deadly Sting

“As I remember, the worst result of a World War II block was a flood of Argentine Gin. Sensitive martini-boys and Gibson-girls still shudder....”
― M.F.K. Fisher, How to Cook a Wolf

“The [Victory Gin] was like nitric acid, and moreover, in swallowing it one had the sensation of being hit on the back of the head with a rubber club. The next moment, however, the burning in his belly died down and the world began to look more cheerful.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“boys, girls and music . . why do they need gin?”
― Frank

“Ich heiße Gin, und ich töte Menschen.”
― Jennifer Estep, Spider's Bite

“Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.”
― Patrick McGrath

“We do not serve spirits to the ladies.'
'As you have probably guessed, I am not a lady”
― M.R.C. Kasasian, Death Descends on Saturn Villa

“The remaining half of my gin stands before me, and yet, no amount of drink can quench this thirst.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Gin, as every commissioner, general and governor knew, could bring sophistication to the bleakest of outposts and lift the spirits of Britain’s most downhearted servants. Its manufacture and distribution was a national priority.”
― Rhidian Brook, The Aftermath

“She watched as he put a few ice cubes in a heavy glass, then expertly curled a strip of grapefruit rind from one of the fruits in a bowl on the bar top. "This must be a favorite," she commented, nodding at the supply of grapefruit nestled in the bowl along with the usual lemons and limes.
He poured a generous measure from the black bottle and handed it to her with a cocktail napkin. "See for yourself."
Gemma wasn't in the habit of drinking gin neat, so she sniffed, then took a tentative sip. The flavors exploded in her mouth- coriander and juniper and lime and... grapefruit. "Oh, wow," she said, when her eyes stopped watering. "That is amazing. I'm converted.”
― Deborah Crombie, A Bitter Feast

“This close, she could smell the crisp bite of gin on his breath and feel the heat emanating off him. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Of Coppers and Cracksmen

“She sat there, a wild heart on a chair with gin lips and nightlife eyes. The Gatsby Girl. Longing for more in the shallowness of it all.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“When life gives you juniper berries, make gin!”
― Laurie Buchanan, PhD

“Papa, a skilled physician, knew just what to give me. First, a shot of paregoric, a powerful tincture of opium, followed with a shot or two of gin. I haven't experienced a menstrual cramp yet that could survive this onslaught.”
― Lorena Cassady, Her Perilous Journey

“In the middle of my wood, I found myself in a dark life.
The day was going toward the narrow place the blank.
No matter how many glasses of gin
it will get dark on this platform of earth.”
― Deborah Landau, The Last Usable Hour

“English gin is a drink for people who think a sin must always be accompanied by its penance.”
― Dexter Palmer, Mary Toft; or, The Rabbit Queen

“I am drinking again
I'm on my seventh cold glass of gin

Life is a tribute to you
And so is dying
And drinking in this way
To die is what I'm trying

I am drinking again
I'm on my ninth cold glass of gin”
― Will Oldham, Songs of Love and Horror: Collected Lyrics of Will Oldham

“We sat in a corner of the bar at Victor's and drank gimlets. "They don't know how to make them here," he said. "What they call a gimlet is just some lime or lemon juice and gin with a dash of sugar and bitters. A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's Lime Juice and nothing else. It beats martinis hollow.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“It’s too bad…I wouldn’t have minded being your prisoner a while longer. Goodbye…Rangiku. I’m sorry.”
― Tite Kubo, Bleach, Volume 20