Beer Quotes - Page 39

From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.

When you paint late at night, drinking beer or wine or both, you gotta be very careful to watch what you are doing.

Misquotations are the only quotations that are never misquoted.

The culture of the hop ... so analagous to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford a theme for future poets.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

As for the girl, since she is well favoured, she shall brew the king's beer, and be numbered amongst the king's wives-unless, indeed, he is pleased to give her to me.

It is not the drinker, but the man who has just stopped drinking, who thinks the world is going to the dogs.

Most Americans are born drunk, and really require a little wine or beer to sober them.

The beer tastes better when you win

I've got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away.

I wrote 'Millie's Cafe' driving out of Ft. Worth, Texas one time. I was in a dust storm in my old bus. Beer inside. It was like a sailboat, you know...we couldn't see anything. Some things about Texas are so different than Ontario. I was just thinking about how different it is from where I live and, you know, whatever happens to inspire a song happened.

I drink for the thirst to come.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

I cannot stand beer. But I love wine.

You can go super American and get barbecue and beer and be like, 'Whatever, I'm watching a football game.' That's exactly what I'm going to do.

It's getting late have you seen my mates, Ma tell me when the boys get here, It's seven o'clock and I want to rock, Want to get a belly full of beer...

If George W. Bush is the kind of person folks might like to have a beer with, John McCain is the guy you pray you don't get seated next to at a dinner party.

There was an Old Man of Columbia, Who was thirsty, and called out for some beer; But they brought it quite hot, in a small copper pot, Which disgusted that Man of Columbia.

Nature, like Maimonides said, is mainly a good place to throw beer cans on Sunday afternoons.

John Updike: our greatest suburban chic-boutique man of letters. A smug and fatal complacency has stunted his growth beyond hope of surgical repair. Not enough passion in his collected works to generate steam in a beer can. Nevertheless, he is considered by some critics to be America's finest *living* author: Hold a chilled mirror to his lips and you will see, presently, a fine and dewy moisture condensing -- like a faery breath! -- upon the glass.

Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.

Every job in the world has some built-in boredom. No man can stay excited about something every minute he is doing it. Routine is as necessary to life as water is to beer; it is the base that holds the flavors and spices together.

I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.

Boy, a drive-through liquor store. God bless America! A place where you can drive through and buy whiskey, beer... just the thing for that drunk driver who's constantly on the go. Cant stop now! I've got places to go, people to hit!

That questionable superfluity small beer.