Rum Quotes by Adrian Rogers, Retta, Robert Louis Stevenson, Ambrose Bierce, Katie Lee, Lord Byron and many others.
I feel sorry for people who do not have a Bible to lean on.
Wine is crying juice. Rum is worse.
If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!
Rum, n. Generically, fiery liquors that produce madness in total abstainers.
You can tap into culture by exploring what’s grown or produced in the region, like going into the Blue Mountains in Jamaica to visit a coffee plantation or a rum distillery in Barbados.
There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
[The Rum Diary] is a prestigious movie and it’s got a great, talented cast, so they wanted to make sure they had the right person for the role, but it was a torturous process. It was painful.
Red Rum is the greatest thing on four legs since Pegasus.
Drinking rum before 10 am makes you a pirate, not an alcoholic.
Broccoli is not as bad as people make out. It might give you wind, but I’d prefer to have wind and have good health. Health is the number one thing on the planet. However, I am quite partial to rum and raisin ice cream.
It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts with rum.
I’ve got two young kids. I don’t know what the future holds.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
New York means many different things to me. It certainly means cheesecake, more species of cheesecake than I ever knew existed: rum, orange, hazelnut, chocolate marble, Italian, Boston, and of course, New York.
Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.
Only, in Haiti, I realized, is it possible to drink rum and haggle with a god.
The only way that I could figure they could improve upon Coca-Cola, one of life’s most delightful elixirs, which studies prove will heal the sick and occasionally raise the dead, is to put bourbon in it.
Time flies when you are having fun.
I had a werewolf morning. Awoke with a rum hangover, imagined blood on the walls, and prayed to god it was mine.
I’m drinking lots of rum and popping pinks and greys.
I read ‘The Rum Diary,’ and I didn’t really like it very much.
Sugar, rum and tobacco are commodities which are nowhere necessaries of life, which are become objects of almost universal consumption, and which are therefore extremely proper subjects of taxation.
I wonder whether they have rum and Coke in Heaven? Maybe it’s too mundane a pleasure, but I hope so — as a sundowner. Except, of course, the sun never goes down there. Oh, man, this heaven is going to take some getting used to.
People think I’m terrifying but I’m really not. I am firm, yes, definitely firm, but I also have fun, I like my champagne, perhaps a rum and Coke, a laugh with the girls, all of that. Honest.
I was working with real artists [in the Rum Diary], and that’s difficult to do and very rare, in this industry, ironically.
I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It’s absolutely delicious. You’d have to ask a bartender what’s in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.
I’m the most unromantic lump of Northern suet. Yes, a woman did accost me once in South Shields, but she had a face like Red Rum.
The only traditions of the Royal Navy are rum, sodomy and the lash.
I’m a Hemingway fan, so in a manner of speaking, I’ve been fishing with him already. But man, would I love to board Pilar in Key West and head south until we have a day-long battle with a tarpon, haul that bad boy up, then celebrate by telling lies over rum on a Cuban terrace.
Of all the hot liquors, I regard buttered rum as the worst. I believe that the drinking of it should be permitted only in the “Northwest Passage” and, even there, only by highly imaginative and overenthusiastic novelists.