I was a fool, alone, preparing to do what every fool did at such times—I was going to a bar to drink myself smart.

He is a drunkard who takes more than three glasses though he be not drunk.

Partying and dancing have never been my thing, but drinking I could do with reasonable familiarity and skills. I decided to begin there.

They talk of my drinking but never my thirst.

Somehow, we were passing the boundaries of language and finding clarity in shared thought, even if we were just talking about beer!

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

I’m only doing one more,” Ruby said, scrolling through her phone. “Nobody likes a day-drunk hussie.”“Hey, give yourself some credit. You’ll be a really cute day- drunk hussie.

At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!

You tasted like fireAnd I miss that.So, at timesI drank a little.And at times,I drank too much.But I only drankTill it burned me enough.

Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.