Robert Jordan Quotes

Gee, what a terrific party. Later on we'll get some fluid and embalm each other.

Everybody who knows us knows we always have a good time.

I've got a lot of songs about having fun and partying, but it's a lot of work.

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.

I love parties. I love a good time.

We're putting on a show, and if I'm dancing and having fun, you can take a shot of the crowd, and they've got smiles glued to their faces.

I'm not in a party. I am a party.

I just love to see people having a good time.

If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain — Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.

I don't get drunk, I get a little happy on rare occasion, and I'm probably dancing if I'm that happy.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

We ought to be opening a bottle of wine!

[N]o party is any fun unless seasoned with folly.

Gandalf, dwarves and Mr. Baggins! We are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit—may the hair on his toes never fall out!

'What is celebration?' Rather than dancing, rather than laughing, rather than loving, rather than enjoying this silence, the mind asks: 'What is celebration?'

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.