Ernest Hemingway Quotes

An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.

A man is never drunk if he can lay on the floor without holding on.

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

I wanna get drunk 'til I'm off my mind. One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer.

If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos

Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.

"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "Ask a glass of water."

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

I was somewhat drunk with what I had done. And I am always one to prefer being sober.

The important thing is to be drunk.

I'm pretty drunk and bored with yelling at the stone walls that are your minds.

Maybe she was drunk - the woman never could drink. One little sniff of tequila and she was off into some blonde la-la land.

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

He's so full of alcohol, if you put a lighted wick in his mouth he'd burn for three days.

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.

I thought, When a man is properly drunk it is as though he is an a room by himself--there is a physical, impenetrable separation between him and his fellows.

They who have drunk beer, fall on their back, but there is a peculiarity in the effects of the drink made from barley, for they that get drunk on other intoxicating liquors fall on all parts of their body, they fall on the left side, on the right side, on their faces, and and on their backs. But it is only those who get drunk on beer that fall on their backs with their faces upward.

We call it drunk philosophy. You have a few beers and you become a lot smarter.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

I had been brought up and trained to have the utmost contempt for people who got drunk - and I would have liked to have the boozing scholars of the Universities wheeled into line and properly chastised for their squalid misuse of what I must ever regard as a gift of the gods.

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.

I would like a wine. The purpose of the wine is to get me drunk. A bad wine will get me as drunk as a good wine. I would like the good wine. And since the result is the same no matter which wine I drink, I'd like to pay the bad wine price.