Do you remember your first sip of beer? Terrible! How could anyone like <i>that</i> stuff? But beer, you reflect, is an acquired taste; one gradually trains oneself — or just comes — to enjoy that flavor. <i>What</i> flavor? The flavor of that first sip? No one could like <i>that</i> flavor! Beer tastes different to the experienced beer drinker. Then beer <i>isn't</i> an acquired tast; one doesn't learn to like that first taste; one gradually comes to experience a different, and likable, taste. Had the first sip tasted <i>that</i> way, you would have liked beer wholeheartedly from the beginning!

Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.

Everyone must believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer

Sometimes when I reflect on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, 'It is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

At five that night, I went back to the market and bought three sixteen-ounce Rainier Ales. I bounced back to my house, Mary Lou Retton-like, sipped the first ale, took the Valium, smoked a joint, drank the second ale, took another Valium, listened to “Into the Mystic” ten times, drank the third Ale, too the Valium and the Halcion, and discovered two unhappy thoughts. One was it was only seven o’clock. The second was that I was wide awake.

There is this advantage about German beer: it does not make a man drunk as the word drunk is understood in England. There is nothing objectionable about him; he is simply tired. He does not want to talk; he wants to be let alone, to go to sleep; it does not matter where — anywhere.

Good people drink good beer.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

Beer's intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.

- <i>The Watchful Poker Chip of H. Matisse</i>

To me, beer tastes like piss. Maybe that's why I only enjoy it in the shower with my uncle.

Gragg felt the tingling of the Third Eye on his stomach and back. The Third Eye was another of the miracles that Sobol had bestowed upon him. It was a form-fitting conductive shirt worn next to the skin — but it wasn’t a garment. It was a haptic device that helped him use his body’s largest organ — his skin — as another, all-seeing eye. An eye that never blinked, and an eye that could see around him in 360 degrees or halfway around the world, if he wished.

Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.

Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.