Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It’s up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.

— Kevin Brooks

Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me, and it almost killed me and I haven't touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.

— Craig Ferguson

Alcohol's been keeping depression alive and well for over ten thousand years.

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before.

— Raymond Chandler

An alcoholic is someone who can violate his standards faster than he can lower them.

— Robin Williams

And in my mind, this settles the issue. I would never drink cologne, and am therefore not an alcoholic.

— Augusten Burroughs

And you know what the worst thing was? The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried.

— Jack McCarthy

An elderly black man with gray hair said, "Every bottle should come with a warning: 'This bottle may cause you to lose your job. This bottle may cause you to get a divorce. This bottle may cause you to become homeless.

— Akhil Sharma

An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle...in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you've taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper. An empty bottle may hold more promise than a full one in that regard...

— Dave Matthes

As a teenager, I loved how I looked in the outfit of using drugs and exercising poor judgement. I had tried it on, spun around in the mirror, and decided I would choose this look, this image, this identity. But eventually and without realizing it, the ability to choose had gone. I had become what at first I had only pretended to be.

— Nadia Bolz-Weber