You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I want a woman who can go to the saloon with me, not hypocritical, fame seeking — Denrele Edun Copy Share Image
A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The semi-colon is a burp, a hiccup. It's a drunk staggering out of the saloon at 2 a.m., grabbing your lapels on… — James Scott Bell Copy Share Image
I was not a good father in my first marriage. Although there are ways of deserting the family without leaving physically, I… — Malachy McCourt Copy Share Image
Pride can go without domestics, without fine clothes, can live in a house with two rooms, can eat potato, purslain, beans, lyed… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I busted out of the place in a hurry and went to a saloon and drank beer and said that for the… — Jimmy Breslin Copy Share Image
As a personal matter I don't give a damn where mosques, churches, temples or other religious shrines and symbols are built as… — Bob Higgins Copy Share Image
