I drank so much booze I was bamboozled. Alcohol makes my mind as discombobulated as love makes my heart. I’d sure appreciate it if you poured me a large glass of romance.

excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.

I was drunk and tired and happy. More than happy: delighted. Proud of myself — not just for making the bread, but for sharing it, and for making a few friends, even if they were all programmers and Loises. Maybe programmers and Loises are all you need.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

What drunkenness is this that brings me hope

It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.

With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

I am caught in a kind of wonder, I am still with joy.

A woman is never so drunk with happiness as when she discovers desire in the eyes of a man

I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey.

I was filled with such a dangerous delicious intoxication that I could have walked straight off the steps into the air, climbing on the strength of my own drunkeness into the stars. And the intoxication, as I knew even then, was the recklessness of infinite possibility.