The smallest quantity of alcohol scares away novel ideas.
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
It totally ruins my voice. I quit smoking, drinking, and doing ecstasy.
Whatever part drink may play in the writer's life, it must play none in his or her work.
No one, ever, wrote anything as well even after one drink as he would have done with out it.
Since I stopped drinking my love life has taken a really serious hit. Romantic encounters that seemed like a really good idea at three o'clock in the morning on the Lower East Side? Less so in sobriety.
I get really saucy after a few drinks. Sexy rude, not obnoxious rude.
