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“Where am I?" Magnus croaked.
"Nazca."
"Oh, so we went on a little trip."
"You broke into a man's house," Catarina said. "You stole a carpet and enchanted it to fly. Then you sped off into the night air. We pursued you on foot."
"Ah," said Magnus.
"You were shouting some things."
"What things?"
"I prefer not to repeat them," Catarina said. "I also prefer not to remember the time we spent in the desert. It is a mammoth desert, Magnus. Ordinary deserts are quite large. Mammoth deserts are so called because they are larger than ordinary deserts."
"Thank you for that interesting and enlightening information," Magnus croaked.
"You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as a cactus," Catarina said, her voice flat. "Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy."
"Well," he said with dignity. "Considering my highly intoxicated state, you must have been impressed with my aim."
"'Impressed' is not the word to use to describe how I felt last night, Magnus."
"I thank you for stopping me there," Magnus said. "It was for the best. You are a true friend. No harm done. Let's say no more about it. Could you possibly fetch me - "
"Oh, we couldn't stop you," Catarina interrupted. "We tried, but you giggled, leaped onto the carpet, and flew away again. You kept saying that you wanted to go to Moquegua."
"What did I do in Moquegua?"
"You never got there," Catarina said. "But you were flying about and yelling and trying to, ahem, write messages for us with your carpet in the sky."
"We then stopped for a meal," Catarina said. "You were most insistent that we try a local specialty that you called cuy. We actually had a very pleasant meal, even though you were still very drunk."
"I'm sure I must have been sobering up at that point," Magnus argued.
"Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate."
"I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!"
"Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke."
"So ended our love," Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would never have worked between me and the plate anyway. I'm sure the food did me good, Catarina, and you were very good to feed me and put me to bed - "
Catarina shook her head."You fell down on the floor. Honestly, we thought it best to leave you sleeping on the ground. We thought you would remain there for some time, but we took our eyes off you for one minute, and then you scuttled off. Ragnor claims he saw you making for the carpet, crawling like a huge demented crab.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

“My mind may be sober, but my confidence is high!”
― Habeeb Akande

“It’s not my wish to walk intoxicated; to live for never is not my choice.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“I have become intoxicated again.
You are such a potent wine, my friend.
To escape your withdrawal effects,
tomorrow I will drink in excess.

Alas, why make me love?
I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.
I am ill by cause of this illusion.
The devil plays tricks on me more and more.

I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.
Your score, the nightingale song within
notes composed to imprison and bear me wings.
Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!

I am now beyond parched.
My strings left untouched.
You are no longer an oasis, my friend,
but a mirage soon coming to an end.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Sometimes,
when inspiration runs dry,
I drink classical music
until my words spill out.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“My voice falls into Southern drawl when I am tired, drunk, or in trouble. Too often, my accent is attacked by all three of these realities.”
― Jennifer Harrison, Write like no one is reading

“In time of rain I come:
I can sing among the flowers:
I utter my song: my heart is glad.

Water of flowers foams over the earth:
My heart was intoxicated.”
― Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations

“Sensuality is the secret to my most deepest and wildest self.”
― Lebo Grand

“If your ultimate goal is to have orgasms, you're still in kindergarten. Orgasms are not the destination, sensual freedom is. Sensual freedom is about falling in love with the PROCESS that's meant to take you DEEP.

This process is an endless journey filled with adventure, discovery, and deep revelations of what it means to be intimate and attain levels of fulfillment that transcend all human comprehension.

Sensual freedom is essentially connecting to the spirit of worship. Worship is a spiritual way of expressing your ultimate desires and passion for the one you deeply admire or are intoxicated by.”
― Lebo Grand

“I have memories from my time in high altitude astronomy of being euphoric and giddy after discharging large amounts of industrial gas into the indoor environment. The effects would last hours and resembled being drunk and intoxicated.”
― Steven Magee

“Never fall asleep at a party.”
― Steven Magee

“You will know a good friend when you are intoxicated with each other's company because everything becomes good in the world.”
― Donald Pillai

“I have difficulty imagining what trouble the High King got into in his own rooms, but it doesn't take me long to discover. When we arrive, I spot Cardan resting among the wreckage of his furniture. Curtains ripped from their rods, the frames of paintings cracked, their canvases kicked through, furniture broken. A small fire smoulders in a corner, and everything stinks of smoke and spilled wine.

Nor is he alone. On a nearby couch are Locke and two beautiful faeries- a boy and a girl- one with ram's horns, the other with long ears that come to tufted points, like those of an owl. All of them are in an advanced state of undress and inebriation. They watch the room burn with a kind of grim fascination.
...
'Carda-' I remember myself and sink in to a bow. 'Your Infernal Majesty.'

He turns and, for a moment, seems to look through me, as though he has no idea who I am. His mouth is painted gold, and his pupils are large with intoxication. Then his lip lifts in a familiar sneer. 'You.'

'Yes,' I say. 'Me.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“She intoxicated me beyond words.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“In the stillness, we find clarity. In the simplicity, we find depth. And in the practice, we begin to find ourselves.”
― Arjan Singh