Beer Quotes
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There's something sexy about a gut. Not a 400-pound beer gut, but a little paunch. I love that.
Sandra Bullock
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Hey, I'm for love, not war. How about we have a beer?
Mel Gibson
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I decided to stop drinking with creeps. I decided to drink only with friends. I've lost 30 pounds.
Ernest Hemingway
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In all honesty, my favorite place to write is an anonymous, cheap hotel in a city or town where nobody knows me, the wireless service is spotty, and the adjoining gas station has coffee, beer and junk food.
Dean Bakopoulos
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The battle between craft breweries and big beer stretches back to the 1990s, when the idea of buying a beer brewed by a small, independent brewery first took off.
Elizabeth Flock
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I think till I reached my mid-30s, I just rebelled and rebelled. But eventually, the one thing I did pick up from mom was paying attention to my hair. We all put eggs, oil, dahi, even beer in our hair.
Twinkle Khanna
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I'm gaining weight the right way: I'm drinking beer.
Johnny Damon
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I am against Prohibition because it has set the cause of temperence back twenty years; because it has substituted an ineffective campaign of force for an effective campaign of education; because it has replaced comparatively uninjurious light wines and beers with the worst kind of hard liquor and bad liquor; because it has increased drinking not only among men but has extended drinking to women and even children.
William Randolph Hearst
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Fifty years on from now, Britain will still be the country of long shadows on county grounds, warm beer, invincible green suburbs, dog lovers and pools fillers and, as George Orwell said, 'Old maids bicycling to holy communion through the morning mist' and, if we get our way, Shakespeare will still be read even in school.
John Major
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If I saved all the money I spent on beer, I'd spend it on beer.
Granger Smith
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The average billboard has no more than eight words. It takes a lot of effort to make a beer, rice, or shampoo seem special in eight words.
David Droga
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the lost women I need to know their names those women I would have walked with, jauntily the way men go in groups swinging their arms, and the ones those sweating women whom I would have joined After a hard game to chew the fat what would we have called each other laughing joking into our beer? where are my gangs, my teams, my mislaid sisters? all the women who could have known me, where in the world are their names?
Lucille Clifton
