Quote by Charles Dickens

“But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.”

— Anonymous

“I wasn’t sober for even a single minute of my three-day bender, yet I emerged with a clear head and clean spirit. That was,…

— Kandi Steiner

“The three words that had caught my eye were "drank his blood.”

— Stephenie Meyer

“No, he didn’t drink because he’d seen every kind of reason for diving into a bottle, seen them up close and personal. But he’d…

— Eliza Maxwell

“You don’t want to finish our drinks?” He took my hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of my wrist. “I’m already intoxicated.”

— Cora Carmack

“he poured himself a glass of whiskey. And another. And another. Not enough to get stinking drunk, just enough to make him overly contemplative.”

— Julia Quinn

“For he was drinking too much. Not uncontrollably nor offensively, but still he seldom seemed to have a glass out of his hand.”

— Rosamunde Pilcher

“He wasn't a happy drunk and when he'd had too much, his frustration spilled out of him in an angry torrent of false bravado.…

— Ed Duncan

“He was drunk, but this was something he’d thought about for a long time and needed no sobriety to express—just a listener.”

— Olen Steinhauer

“What is said when drunk has been thought out beforehand.”

— Anonymous

“He took three shots a night-no more, no less. He switched from whisky to straight gin. The bum compensated for the scant volume. Three…

— James Ellroy