Whisky And Cigar Quotes

My room is a grave yard of whisky bottles in a swamp of stale beer, cigar ashes, and dick jokes.

If all pleasure has, preserved within it, earlier pain, then here pain, as pride in bearing it, is raised directly, untransformed, as a stereotype, to pleasure: unlike wine, each glass of whisky, each inhalation of cigar smoke, still recalls the repugnance that it cost the organism to become attuned to such strong stimuli, and this alone is registered as pleasure.

You talk to the night I was her first, you say. And you'll say You knew me once When my dress was made of autumn leaves And my hair a smoldering fire As you smoke your cigar Sip whisky with its peaty smoke. Memory fades, but never that. A kiss among furs, Another kind of fire.

Harold Macmillan observed at the start of the ministry, ‘he has used these days to give a demonstration of energy and vitality. He has voted in every division; made a series of brilliant little speeches; shown all his qualities of humour and sarcasm, and crowned it all by a remarkable breakfast (at 7.30 a.m.) of eggs, bacon, sausages and coffee, followed by a large whisky and soda and a huge cigar. The latter feat commanded general admiration.

- Tu crois ça ? Alors, pour toi, les choses sont simples : il y a les bons et les méchants ? Quelle chance tu as ! Tiens, si tu avais le choix au moment des élections entre trois candidats : le premier à moitié paralysé par la polio, souffrant d'hypertension, d'anémie et de nombreuses pathologies lourdes, menteur à l'occasion, consultant une astrologue, trompant sa femme, fumant des cigarettes à la chaîne et buvant trop de martinis ; le deuxième obèse, ayant déjà perdu trois élections, fait une dépression et deux crises cardiaques, fumant des cigares et s'imbibant le soir au champagne, au porto, au cognac et au whisky avant de prendre deux somnifères ; le troisième enfin un héros de guerre décoré, respectant les femmes, aimant les animaux, ne buvant qu'une bière de temps en temps et ne fumant pas, lequel choisirais-tu ? Servaz sourit. - Je suppose que vous vous attendez à ce que je réponde le troisième ? - Eh bien bravo, tu viens de rejeter Roosevelt et Churchill et d'élire Adolf Hitler. Tu vois : les choses ne sont jamais ce qu'elles paraissent.

he was all against the banks but all for the bankers—except the Jewish bankers, who were to be driven out of finance entirely; that he had thoroughly tested (but unspecified) plans to make all wages very high and the prices of everything produced by these same highly paid workers very low; that he was 100 per cent for Labor, but 100 per cent against all strikes; and that he was in favor of the United States so arming itself, so preparing to produce its own coffee, sugar, perfumes, tweeds, and nickel instead of importing them, that it could defy the World. . .and maybe, if that World was so impertinent as to defy America in turn, Buzz hinted, he might have to take it over and run it properly. Each moment the brassy importunities of the radio seemed to Doremus the more offensive, while the hillside slept in the heavy summer night, and he thought about the mazurka of the fireflies, the rhythm of crickets like the rhythm of the revolving earth itself, the voluptuous breezes that bore away the stink of cigars and sweat and whisky breaths and mint chewing-gum that seemed to come to them from the convention over the sound waves, along with the oratory.

When are you going to join us, Vera? History is done. It’s time for stories.’ […] It was during one of these exchanges that Seymour called me. And he was the one who came out of the nightclub and took me in. He spoke to me amidst the clatter of glasses and shouting revellers. I only understood half of what he was saying. The same went for him I’m sure. He’d been drinking, passed me his whisky, ordered another, chatted me up for a bit, gesticulated and sketched out the years to come: ‘No more blood, toil, tears and sweat,’ Churchill’s words at the start of the war, and I wondered whether, perhaps it was true, a page was turning – Winston’s, left in his war room with his fingers in a victory sign and a cigar in his mouth.