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Worrying about parents is a waste of time. It’s your life. Let’s have a martini.

Write when drunk. Edit when sober. Market it with the persistence of a drug peddler.

Wszystko zgodnie z sugestiami mojej mamy. W następnym tygodniu zaczynam zapisywać rozmaite szczegóły. [...] Najlepsi ludzie piją whiskey, mówi.

Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me—little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again. It will always be spring again. And there will always be a new day.

You always miss 100% of the shots you don't order

You are giving up nothing! You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You are dehydrated," I said. "The result of alcohol taken in excess. But that is the only way to take it. It is the only way to do a man any good.

You can be every bit as amazing, and more so, without any intoxicants in your system. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if no one in the world felt that they needed alcohol to feel relaxed, or happy, or confident, or beautiful?

You can drink yourself to sleep but not think yourself to sleep.

You enter the cave of the bear to become its master or its meat.

You need to relax. Maybe we should stop at a bar for alcohol first." "For me or for them?" "For them, of course. It's important to get them loaded early in the day. Makes them easier to control.

You know that movie, where the little boy says 'I see dead people'? The Sixth Sense. Well, I see them all the time, and I'm getting tired of it. That's what's ruined my mood. Here it is, almost Christmas, and I didn't even think about putting up a tree, because I'm still seeing the autopsy lab in my head. I'm still smelling it on my hands. I come home on a day like this, after two postmortems, and I can't think about cooking dinner. I can't even look at a piece of meat without thinking of muscle fibers. All I can deal with is a cocktail. And then I pour the drink and smell the alcohol, and suddenly there I am, back in the lab. Alcohol, formalin, they both have that same sharp smell.

You're walking down Fool's Street, Laura used to say when he was drinking, and she had been right. He had known even then that she was right, but knowing had made no difference; he had simply laughed at her fears and gone on walking down it, till finally he had stumbled and fell. Then, for a long time, he stayed away, and if he had stayed away long enough he would have been all right; but one night he began walking down it again - and met the girl. It was inevitable that on Fool's Street there should be women as well as wine. He had walked down it many times in many different towns, and now he was walking down it once again in yet another town. Fool's Street never changed, no matter where you went, and this one was no different from the others. The same skeletonic signs bled beer names in vacant windows; the same winos sat in doorways nursing muscatel; the same drunk tank awaited you when at last your reeling footsteps failed. And if the sky was darker than usual, it was only because of the rain which had begun falling early that morning and been falling steadily ever since.

you never know u r drunk until u wake up with a dickhead in the morning.

You're a bad man who made her pound a shot of Jäger.

Your greatest regrets in life will not come from your past failures; they would come from remembering the amount of time you spent in pursuing vain things.

You tasted like fire And I miss that. So, at times I drank a little. And at times, I drank too much. But I only drank Till it burned me enough.

A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

According to the National Institute on Drug Abuse, the first use of alcohol typically begins at age 12.

About the nicest thing God ever invented was alcohol. He's proud of it, too. The Bible's full of kind remarks about booze.

Addiction to food is unfortunately really grave, also to alcohol or to anything else.

Ah, sweet alcohol. Like a true friend, you replace the anger with better, louder anger.

A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

After shows my face feels dirty with makeup and sweat, especially in the smaller venues, so it feels good to get back to the bus and smooth it away. Sometimes you need something alcohol-based, especially on tour when you don't always get a chance to keep washing your face all the time.

A good margarita, a good red wine, I like expensive alcohol, but not a lot of it. I don't like to throw up.

A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs.

Alcohol carries the pleasures of the palate to their highest degree.

Alcohol causes conflicts, firearms resolve conflicts.

Alcohol-inspired fights are a reminder of the price we pay for our daily submission at the altars of prudence and order.

Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.

Alcohol is like pouring smiles on your brain.

Alcohol is the devil and I need Chinese food.

Alcohol make you drunk, man. It don't make you meditate, it just make you drunk. Herb is more a consciousness.

Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the contrary, it encourages him in his folly, it transports him to the supreme regions where he is master of his own destiny.

Alcohol has never caused anyone to do something they didn't want to do. It only enables them to do what they've always wanted but have instead repressed.

Alcohol is a pervasive fact of life, but an extraordinary fact-pleasurable and destructive, anathematized and adulated, and deeply ambiguous ... the genie in the bottle.

Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.

Alcohol is the number one addictive drug in our day.

Alcohol may pick you up a little bit, but it lets you down in a hurry.

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God.

Alcohol had a lot to do with it, too, and mental instability. All writers are narcissistic, manic-depressive drug addicts and alcoholics, and I am no exception.

Alcoholic drinks, rightly used, are good for body and soul alike, but as a restorative of both there is nothing like brandy.

Alcohol is an allergy of the body and an obsession of the mind.

Alcohol is like Photoshop for real life

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

Alcohol kills slowly. Good, I'm in no hurry.

All along the line, physically, mentally, morally, alcohol is a weakening and deadening force.