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“Let me be mad, then, by all means! mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world! Vive la folie! Vive l'amour! Vive l'animalisme! Vive le Diable!”
― Marie Corelli, Wormwood: A Drama of Paris

“Absinthe now, absent never”
― Sian Lavinia Anais Valeriana, Lavinia - Volume One

“In the days when I was ambitious I worked out a very pretty little plan for conquering the whole earth and rearranging things as they ought to be; and when, in the end, everything became so good it almost began to be boring, then I was going to stuff my pockets with as much money as I could lay hands on and creep away, vanish in some cosmopolis and sit at a corner cafe and drink absinthe and enjoy seeing how everything went to the devil as soon as I wasn't on the scene any more.”
― Hjalmar S枚derberg, Doctor Glas

“It is the return of a dog to his vomit.”
― Paul Verlaine, Confessions

“It was like washing down a bucket of peyote with a vatful of absinthe.”
― Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 2: Lust for Life

“I do not like anis," Pablo said.
The acrid smell had carried across the table and he had picked out the one familiar component.
"Good," said Robert Jordan. "Because there is very little left."
"What drink is that?" the gypsy asked.
"A medicine," Robert Jordan said. "Do you want to taste it?"
"What is it for?"
"For everything," Robert Jordan said. "It cures everything. If you have anything wrong this will cure it.”
― Hemingway Ernest

“Absinthe, or wormwood, the liquorice-flavoured, plant-based liqueur, had been popular in France throughout the 19th century. Though the drink was of Swiss origin, heavy tax on import had encouraged H.L. Pernod to start producing it commercially in France at the end of the 18th century.12 It was a tremendous success, and as the 19th century unfolded, its popularity soared. Exceedingly potent, it was closer to a soft drug than a drink. 鈥楾he drunkenness it gives does not resemble any known drunkenness,鈥� bemoaned Alfred Delvau. 鈥業t makes you lose your footing right away [鈥 You think you are headed towards infinity, like all great dreamers, and you are only headed towards incoherence.鈥�13 In excess, absinthe could have a fatal effect on the nervous system, and by the time Maria started attending the bars and caf茅s where it was served, it had become a national curse. A favourite drink among the working classes precisely because of its relative cheapness for the effect produced, absinthe became the scapegoat for a host of social ills, not least the Commune.
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Absinthe found a dedicated following among artists, writers and poets (including Charles Baudelaire), for whom the liquor became the entrancing 鈥榞reen fairy鈥�. Its popularity in these circles was due primarily to its intoxicating effect, but also because its consumption was accompanied by a curious ritual which appealed to quirky individuals with a taste for the extraordinary. To counteract the drink鈥檚 inherent bitterness, a sugar lump was placed on a special spoon with a hole in it, which was held above the glass while water was poured over it, with the effect of sweetening the absinthe. Not surprisingly, absinthe flowed freely through the bars and caf茅s of Montmartre.”
― Catherine Hewitt, Renoir's Dancer: The Secret Life of Suzanne Valadon

“I should punch him."
She looked absolutely thrilled. "Could you?"
"Of course I could," he said, vaguely offended. He held up a hand. Fisted it. "I have hands." He turned his wrist to examine his fist from multiple angles. It was very satisfactory. "Big ones."
"Yes, you do." In the dim light, Sylvie's wide eyes looked more black than hazel. "Huge. I've noticed that before." The last words dropped, low and husky.
Sexy.
"Have you?" Deep. Gravelly.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“That's the wormwood," Robert Jordan told him. "In this, the real absinthe, there is wormwood. It's supposed to rot your brain out but I don't believe it. It only changes the ideas. You should pour water into it very slowly, a few drops at a time. But I poured it into the water.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

“Manet also had an argument with Degas, the end result being that they each returned paintings that they had previous given to each other.”
― Doris Lanier, Absinthe the Cocaine of the Nineteenth Century: A History of the Hallucinogenic Drug and Its Effect on Artitsts and Writers in Europe and the United

“- Tacksam f枚r att de med lagen p氓 sin sida introducerat en i detta el盲nde, f枚tt en med d氓lig mat, slagit en, f枚rtryckt en, f枚r枚dmjukat en, motsatt sig ens 枚nskningar. Vill ni tro att det fattas en revolution till? Nej, tv氓! Varf枚r dricker absint? Ni 盲r r盲dd f枚r den? 脜! Se, den b盲r ju Gen猫vekorset! Den l盲ker de s氓rade p氓 slagf盲ltet, v盲nner och fiender; den d枚var sm盲rtan, f枚rsl枚ar tanken, borttager minnet, f枚rkv盲ver alla 盲dla k盲nslor, som narra m盲nniskan att beg氓 d氓rskaper, och slutar med att sl盲cka f枚rnuftets ljus. Vet ni vad f枚rnuftets ljus 盲r? Det 盲r f枚r det f枚rsta en fras, f枚r det andra ett irrbloss, en lyktgubbe, ni vet s氓dana d盲r sken som irra 枚ver platser, d盲r fisk legat och ruttnat och alstrat fosforv盲ten; f枚rnuftets ljus 盲r fosforv盲te, alstrad av den gr氓 hj盲rnsubstansen.”
― August Strindberg, R枚da Rummet

“A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?”
― Oscar Wilde Centre