I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
ALICE She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME And she grew so tall, She ate from a plate called TASTE ME… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“The words of the rose to the rose floated up in his mind: “No gardener has died, comma, within rosaceous memory.” He… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I drank my bottle of milk and ate my morsel of bread somewhere on the outskirts, while I circumspectly studied my environment… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I drank from the bottle again and it was a scary plunge because I always wanted to take too much. It hurt,… — James Franco Copy Share Image
