“ I've always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe's way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...they're happening right now, cradled i… Dave Matthes
“ 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
“ Rage and hurt coalesce into a stone in my chest and as I take another gulp of my father's prized whiskey, I hear myself say, "Tell me about your plan. Melissa Simmons
“ To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were see… Jean Stafford
“ 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… John Dickson Carr
“ The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He's this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot from alcohol poiso… Michael Thomas Ford
“ 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
“ It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away. Sherman Alexie
“ Lovecraft says he knows about tentaclesbut that motherfucker never bedded a girl from West Chesterand survivedShe was a toothachethat oneand she tasted like crackthe best thing about her was if I was… Dave Matthes
“ The medicine is in the eye of the beholder and right now you be-holding a big ass glass of it. So, shut up and drink your whiskey. Joe Buckler
“ 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
“ I got a heart like a half bottle of no-label whiskey.Nothing to brag on,but enough for you, and all your friends, too. Catherynne M. Valente
“ Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes,” I say,“I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet. Charles Bukowski
