Buddy eyed me closely. His eyes were filigreed with red. I watched as he went through one of those instantaneous mood swings that only drunks and menstruating women can manage.
I write as if I were drunk. It is a process of intuition rather than placing myself above my story like a puppeteer pulling strings. For me, it's a scary, chaotic process over which I have little control. Words demand other words, characters resist m...
Men may make progress, but man never changes. Man loves power and money. No matter the skin color, religion or income level. These symbols of our nation make men drunk with power, who then justify their lust for more by claiming they are public serva...
Funny how nobody talks on the tubes, isn't it? I rarely catch the tube myself, or lifts. Confined spaces, everybody shuts down. Why is that? Perhaps we think everybody on the tube is a potential psychopath or a drunk,so we close down and pretend to r...
Darla: Air raid or it's your ass. Tony: Don't do it Sabrina Darla: [drunk] Oh that's it, Miss Hot Stuff. I'm gonna make the next year of your life a living hell [laughs and walks off] Darla: LICK ME! All of you!
Sarah Packard: How did you know my name was Sarah? Fast Eddie: You told me. Sarah Packard: I lie. When I'm drunk I lie. Fast Eddie: Okay, so what's your name today? Sarah Packard: Sarah.
Yinsen: We met, you know, in a technical conference in Bern. Tony Stark: I don't remember. Yinsen: [chuckling] Of course not. If I had been that drunk, I wouldn't have been able to stand, let alone give a lecture on integrated circuits.
Alicia: You're sore because you've fallen for a little drunk you tamed in Miami and you don't like it. It makes you sick all over, doesn't it? People will laugh at you, the invincible Devlin, in love with someone who isn't worth even wasting the word...
Noodles: I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! Noodles: You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!
Ray Charles: Marge is drunk, Jeff. Go home and sleep it off. Jeff Brown: Let me take you home. Margie Hendricks: No. I'll leave when I'm good and goddamn ready to. Ray Charles: She's good and goddamn ready right now.
Shaun: [to a girl in the garden] Excuse me? [no response] Shaun: Excuse me? [no response] Shaun: Hellew? [no response] Ed: [picks up a pebble and throws it off her back] Oi! [girl turns round, a zombie] Shaun: Oh, my God! She's so drunk!
Fuchs: [whispering] I have to talk to you. MacReady: I'm tired of talkin', Fuchs. I just wanna get up to my shack and get drunk. Fuchs: Mac, it's important. MacReady: What is it? Fuchs: Outside. MacReady: It's 40 below zero outside.
Real data is messy. ...It's all very noisy out there. Very hard to spot the tune. Like a piano in the next room, it's playing your song, but unfortunately it's out of whack, some of the strings are missing, and the pianist is tone deaf and drunk- I m...
Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. Those who heard them listened in delight, and so similar were the two voices that they sounded like a single chant. Born of pain and longing, their song had ...
watched as they flashed clips of people dancing, bartenders fixing whatever drink was en vogue, and a montage of interviews with delighted patrons. Maybe I really should try going out, it looks like fun... but drunk people always look like they're ha...
...some men say get them crying on your shoulder and you have the sheets half-unfurled already. Other fellows say get them laughing. I say get them drunk. I ordered up more Riesling...
The state of North Carolina, Daisy, and John Wayne walked into a bar, and I shouted, “Duke!” and the bartender threw me out, because he was a Chapel Hill fan, and I was drunk.
Weary looked at him and shook his head and put the tailgate up and drove down the gravel towards the bivouac, carrying two drunks, who both fatuously imagined, that once in a dream somewhere, sometime, someplace, they had managed for a moment to touc...
Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved! Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved. Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue, Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathle...
Bottled, was he?" Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman's sympathy for alcoholic excess. "Oh, well, can't judge a fellow by what he does when he's drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put a certain utensil - well - well, nevermind.
I would drink that whole bottle if I knew it wouldn’t get me completely drunk. I miss wine.” “Um, you haven’t had it for one night, and you miss it?” “Clearly, you underestimate my relationship with wine and what I do on the weekends when...
