“ Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause. Kelly Moran
“ Oh you dear companionsElectric bells of the stations song of the reapersButcher's sleigh regiment of unnumbered streetsCavalry of bridges nights livid with alcoholThe cities I've seen lived like mad w… Pierre Albert-Birot
“ Nothing bonds two solitary individuals like a good shared drunk. This is a scientific fact. It’s important, even necessary for the long-term welfare of the planet to get good and shit-faced with your… Sol Luckman
“ By three in the afternoon, after one Bintang too many, I was absolutely smashed and feared that trying to stand may end badly. S.A. Tawks
“ So you find Miss Mercer beautiful?”The buzzing in Spencer’s head formed the words, “’She walks in beauty like the night/Of cloudless climes and starry skies.’”“My God, now you’re quoting poetry.”Had h… Sabrina Jeffries
“ What happened out there?”“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”“A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII? Nenia Campbell
“ Thus, in the boy’s mind, drink and destruction braided together. Intoxication, he concluded, was a swift and effective catalyst for havoc. Kelsey Brickl
“ The feeling was less like chemical intoxication than being drunk on life. Spinning round and round, he experienced absolute bliss— unadulterated and unconfined—in which he transcended his own personal… Sol Luckman
“ You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine. Karen Quan
“ During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me. Steven Ramirez
“ I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished. Steven Ramirez
“ I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing. Steven Ramirez
