— Henri Murger novelist and poet from France 1822 - 1861
„What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?
And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!“
— Omar Khayyám Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer 1048 - 1131
— Alec Waugh British novelist 1898 - 1981
In Praise of Wine (1959).
„I was just wondering if you'd come along,
Hold up my head when my head won't hold on.
I'll do the same if the same is what you want.
But if not I'll go... I'll go alone.“
— Dave Matthews American singer-songwriter, musician and actor 1967
— Aimee Bender Novelist, short story writer 1969
„"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."“
— Oscar Wilde Irish writer and poet 1854 - 1900
"The Nightingale and the Rose"
„"Would you like red or white wine with your piece of vulcanised lizards cock from the moon? How about an extra bread roll, there to dip in your otter vomit pate?" And you're going, "Red or white wine, well, what would you like, darling? I don't know, what would you like?", all to block out the thought that's in your mind which is - "We're gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, right now. The plane is made of metal, the wings are made of metal, we're all eating, and I'm the only non-terrorist aboard, we're all going to die."“
— Dylan Moran Irish actor and comedian 1971
On travelling by aeroplane.
„I am the entertainer, the idol of my age
I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage
You see me in the papers, I've been in the magazines
But if I go cold, I won't get sold
I get put in the back in the discount rack
Like another can of beans.“
— Billy Joel American singer-songwriter and pianist 1949
„Do I have a body? Or have I none?
Am I who I am? Or am I not?
Pondering these questions, I sit
Leaning against the cliff while the years go by
And the green grass grows up between my feet
And the red dust settles on my head
Then men of the world come and thinking me dead
Bring offerings of wine and fruit“
— Rudyard Kipling English short-story writer, poet, and novelist 1865 - 1936