Then, happy was the man who carried his liquor well.

I've had my allotment of liquor — and probably twenty other people's

This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?

I like this place” he said with a grin “I like to sit up here and look down at the beach and think of all the good things I could do with a Luger.

A bottle of wine was good company.

Shakespeare gets to the root of the alcohol question in his well-known statement—'Good wine is a good, familiar creature if it be well used.'

“Beer, tobacco, and music,” he went on. “Behold the Fatherland.”

Liquor’s good for one thing. It makes you forget what you’re afraid not to forget.

Old God sure was in a good mood when he made this place.

You have to love a town where you can both smoke and gamble in a pharmacy.

Relief brought an aching desire to be sitting in a kedai with a large bottle of Tiger or Anchor or Carlsberg in front of him....

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, there’s always laughter and good red wine.

To the question what wine he found pleasant to drink, he replied, "That for which other people pay."

New York’s magical underground may have been limited, but the number and variety of its drinking establishments was prodigious.