Whiskey Quotes

Quotes tagged as "whiskey" (showing 1-30 of 66)
H.L. Mencken
“I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey.”
H.L. Mencken

Haruki Murakami
“Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.”
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

W. Somerset Maugham
“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, The Painted Veil

Mark Twain
“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”
Mark Twain

Raymond Chandler
“There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren't as good as others.”
Raymond Chandler

Compton Mackenzie
“Love makes the world go round? Not at all. Whiskey makes it go round twice as fast.”
Compton Mackenzie

Christopher Hitchens
“Hitch: making rules about drinking can be the sign of an alcoholic,' as Martin Amis once teasingly said to me. (Adorno would have savored that, as well.) Of course, watching the clock for the start-time is probably a bad sign, but here are some simple pieces of advice for the young. Don't drink on an empty stomach: the main point of the refreshment is the enhancement of food. Don't drink if you have the blues: it's a junk cure. Drink when you are in a good mood. Cheap booze is a false economy. It's not true that you shouldn't drink alone: these can be the happiest glasses you ever drain. Hangovers are another bad sign, and you should not expect to be believed if you take refuge in saying you can't properly remember last night. (If you really don't remember, that's an even worse sign.) Avoid all narcotics: these make you more boring rather than less and are not designed—as are the grape and the grain—to enliven company. Be careful about up-grading too far to single malt Scotch: when you are voyaging in rough countries it won't be easily available. Never even think about driving a car if you have taken a drop. It's much worse to see a woman drunk than a man: I don't know quite why this is true but it just is. Don't ever be responsible for it.”
Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

James Joyce
“The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.”
James Joyce, Dubliners

Dave Matthes
“I see things in windows and I say to myself that I want them. I want them because I want to belong. I want to be liked by more people, I want to be held in higher regard than others. I want to feel valued, so I say to myself to watch certain shows. I watch certain shows on the television so I can participate in dialogues and conversations and debates with people who want the same things I want. I want to dress a certain way so certain groups of people are forced to be attracted to me. I want to do my hair a certain way with certain styling products and particular combs and methods so that I can fit in with the In-Crowd. I want to spend hours upon hours at the gym, stuffing my body with what scientists are calling 'superfoods', so that I can be loved and envied by everyone around me. I want to become an icon on someone's mantle. I want to work meaningless jobs so that I can fill my wallet and parentally-advised bank accounts with monetary potential. I want to believe what's on the news so that I can feel normal along with the rest of forever. I want to listen to the Top Ten on Q102, and roll my windows down so others can hear it and see that I am listening to it, and enjoying it. I want to go to church every Sunday, and pray every other day. I want to believe that what I do is for the promise of a peaceful afterlife. I want rewards for my 'good' deeds. I want acknowledgment and praise. And I want people to know that I put out that fire. I want people to know that I support the war effort. I want people to know that I volunteer to save lives. I want to be seen and heard and pointed at with love. I want to read my name in the history books during a future full of clones exactly like me.

The mirror, I've noticed, is almost always positioned above the sink. Though the sink offers more depth than a mirror, and mirror is only able to reflect, the sink is held in lower regard. Lower still is the toilet, and thought it offers even more depth than the sink, we piss and shit in it. I want these kind of architectural details to be paralleled in my every day life. I want to care more about my reflection, and less about my cleanliness. I want to be seen as someone who lives externally, and never internally, unless I am able to lock the door behind me.

I want these things, because if I didn't, I would be dead in the mirrors of those around me. I would be nothing. I would be an example. Sunken, and easily washed away.”
Dave Matthes

Abraham Lincoln
“Well, I wish some of you would tell me the brand of whiskey that Grant drinks. I would like to send a barrel of it to my other generals.”
Abraham Lincoln

Ernest Hemingway
“Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.”
Ernest Hemingway, QUOTABLE HEMINGWAY: An A to Z Glossary of Quotations from Ernest Hemingway

Kate Bernheimer
“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, The Complete Tales of Ketzia Gold

John Dickson Carr
“Alan Campbell opened one eye.

From somewhere in remote distances, muffled beyond sight or sound, his soul crawled back painfully, through subterranean corridors, up into his body again. Toward the last it moved to a cacophony of hammers and lights.

Then he was awake.

The first eye was bad enough. But, when he opened his second eye, such as rush of anguish flowed through his brain that he hastily closed them again.”
John Dickson Carr, The Case of the Constant Suicides

Thomas Jefferson
“Whiskey claims to itself alone the exclusive office of sot-making.”
Thomas Jefferson

Walker Percy
“At that time the only treatment of angelism, that is, excessive abstraction of the self from itself, was recovery of the self through ordeal. ”
Walker Percy

Haruki Murakami
“The second whiskey is always my favorite. From the third on, it no longer has any taste. It's just something to pour into your stomach.”
Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

Catherynne M. Valente
“And there’s nothing wrong with spinsters, anyway. They have nice cats and little bowls full of candy. Mrs. Bailey and Mrs. Newitz are the kindest ladies you’ll ever meet, and they have nips of whiskey in their tea like cowboys.”
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

Jeff Phillips
“A beverage of leisure is a serious business,” Shane Bowermaster was known to declare. “There can be no product of pleasure without the inverse on the end of the producer.”
Jeff Phillips, Whiskey Pike: A Bedtime Story for the Drinking Mankind.

“Like most Michigan natives, Ferguson had a vague knowledge of a thing called barbecue, but had never actually eaten any. He was, however, intimately familiar with whiskey.”
Doug Worgul, Thin Blue Smoke

Kody Keplinger
“Well,” he sighed, squeezing my hand back. “I guess we were both running away in different ways.”
“What do you mean?”
Dad shook his head. “Your mother took a Mustang. I took a whiskey bottle.” He reached up and readjusted his glasses, an unconscious habit-he always did it when he was making a point. “I was so devastated by what your mother did to me that I forgot how horrible drinking is. I forgot to look on the bright side.”
“Dad,” I said, “I don’t think there is a bright side to divorce. It’s a pretty sucky thing all around.”
He nodded. “Maybe that’s true, but there are a lot of bright sides to my life. I have a job I like, a nice house in a good neighborhood, and a wonderful daughter.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh God,” I muttered. “Don’t go all Lifetime movie on me. Seriously.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, smiling. “But I mean it. A lot of people would kill for my life, but I didn’t even consider that. I took it-and you-for granted. I’m so, so sorry for that, Bumblebee.”
Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend

B. Devine
“Her eyes were the color of whiskey and grace. Moments with her always felt like getting drunk on Sundays.”
B. Devine, Unconquered

Stephen King
“Life’s too short for this shit,’ he had announced to his empty apartment, and that had been the end of the great whiskey experiment.”
Stephen King, Insomnia

Melody  Lee
“You drink your whiskey,
I’ll drink my wine.
Later when we’re fevered and tipsy
we’ll make savage love divine.
Until then,
let’s swim in the warm, opal sea of each other.
Crash a few innocent waves,
skinny dip, laugh and get lost in those
blood-pumping hearts,
and for a time
forget all our broken parts.”
Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

Suzanne M. Trauth
“Just the usual. Aspirin, vitamin C, a shot of whiskey.” That last was my great aunt Maureen’s remedy for whatever ailed you. She usually came down with “something” once a week.”
Suzanne M. Trauth, Running Out of Time

“He loaded the bullet and begun roulette, wrote about how I smelled like whiskey and regret. His eyes said upset while his mouth spoke, it’s time to accept.”
Dominic Riccitello

“I like my whiskey like I like my men: on the rocks, ready for death as I devour at their first intent.”
Dominic Riccitello

Puja Upadhyay
“पहली बार व्हिस्की उठा कर होठों तक लायी थी तो वही वनगंध साँसों में भर गयी थी. जबां पर सिंगल माल्ट का पहला स्वाद पहली बार चूमने की तरह था, अतुलनीय. याद का दहकता जंगल मुझे अपने आगोश में भर रहा था, हौले हौले, शायद वो अपनी बाहें कस कर मुझे तोड़ डालता. यक़ीनन, मुझे अफ़सोस न होता. पैरों के पास कोई खुशबूदार बेल उग रही थी और महसूस हो रहा था कि हर छोटे सिप के साथ मैं दार्जलिंग का वही जंगल होती जा रही हूँ कि जिसके बादलों में भीगे तने पर कोई अजनबी अपने होठ रखने की हसरत लिए हर साल लौट आना चाहेगा. चाहने और लौट आने के बीच उलझा हुआ शामें सिंगल माल्ट में डुबो कर आग लगाता रहेगा.”
Puja Upadhyay, Teen Roz Ishq

James Hauenstein
“Does love make the world go around? Well yes. But whiskey makes it go around twice as fast.”
James Hauenstein

John E. Quinlan
“Sitting on a bar stool and sipping a shot of Jack Daniel's washed down by a cold bottle of beer is an impeccable routine. I cannot think of a better ritual.”
John E. Quinlan, Tau Bada The Quest and Memoir of a Vulnerable Man

“In the years that followed I worked as much as I could filling my empty hours with theatres and alcohol. I found I had grown to like the taste. Maybe that was a lie. I never liked the taste except maybe of whisky. I drank it none the less and it numbed any feelings I had for a time. In my sober hours I was introduced to ‘The Order of the Red Dragon’ a little at a time.”

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