#oh

When Johnson started singing, he seemed like a guy who could have sprung from the head of Zeus in full armor. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#music #robert-johnson #music

Eddie Money and Johnny Cash should have collaborated. I’d have paid good last name to see them in concert. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#eddie-money #funny #humor #johnny-cash #last-name

You can go a hundred miles a second Don't have to drive no lousy cab Got everything you want and more man And the King picks up the tab You walk around on streets of gold all day And you never have to listen To what these customers say and I know... ↗

— Marc Cohn

#music #savin-the-best-for-last #song-lyrics #music

Faeries are unaffected by alcohol, but much to her surprise—and the faeries’ undoing—they get very, very drunk on carbonation. Using copious amounts of Coke, she was able to discover a single faerie’s true name. ↗

— Kiersten White

#alcohol

Life goes on, brah! ↗

— The Beatles

#music #the-beatles #timeless #wise-words #music

I was impressed for the ten thousandth time by the fact that literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity. Books are unconvertible assets, to be passed on only to those who possess them already. ↗

— Anthony Powell

#being-a-reader #biblioholism #bookishness #books #learning

Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#drinking #alcohol

I know we promised Haymitch, we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle.' 'Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn't he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?' says Peeta. 'With all that alcohol in him, it's probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,' I say. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#fire #haymitch #the-hunger-games #alcohol

There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#alcohol

He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer- excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained observer to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#john-watson #love #sherlock-holmes #love