{"quotes":[{"text":"Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["alcoholism","ambition","booze","bottle","calm","crazy","daydreaming","death","destruction","whistles"],"id":3692,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.","author":"Sid Vicious","tags":["mirror","beer","bottle "],"id":17017,"author_id":"Sid+Vicious"},{"text":"~Posters with torn edges hanging from rotten walls~ The doctor told me something onceshe saidSTOP DRINKINGI slapped her across the face with thisNOI walked right out of that officewent right down to the holeI told the bartenderWHISKEY, MOTHERFUCKERhe poured and he pouredand I slapped my money down on that barthe man I had been driving around withhe just sort of sat there next to this hookershe probably had something rottenway down there between her legsher eyes told of no soulI emptied the bottle down my throatand ordered some chipsthe bartender told meTHEY'RE STALEand I give him a I DON'T FUCKIN' CARE,GIVE ME SOMETHIN'He slid me a ham sandwich dripping with cheap low-fat mayo and saidENJOYI went back to my roomand talked all nightso much conversationit turned the toilet bowl pale.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["alcoholism","ambition","bar","bar-nights","blood","booze","bottle","bravery","cynical","death"],"id":39377,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.","author":"C.S. Forester","tags":["bottle","forester","hornblower","imagery","metaphor","nautical","poetic","trapped"],"id":132774,"author_id":"C.S.+Forester"},{"text":"If you put a clock in a bottle, with time it will crack,as like money, as like love, as like a beautiful mind, empty of a soul.","author":"Anthony Liccione","tags":["bottle","cracked-up-to-be","empty-soul","mind"],"id":146310,"author_id":"Anthony+Liccione"},{"text":"The door is crackedWe used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the worldI've leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away troublesome back painsthat could only be fixed with someone else's pillsWe met by your house one stray dayand you drove me to the baywhere we sat and kissed like it was yesterdayAnd here you told me that you loved meand that you always loved meand that you would always love methe wind blew and I held youYou rested your head on my shoulderand the wind blew warmLater, in your big red truck, we smoked some greenand I kissed you harderand held your breasts, and felt between your legsand with a gaspyou told me you were in love with meAnd then you drove me backand we promised it wouldn't be the endnot this timeThe quill and inkwell on your footI'm a writer and you are my greatest artI returned to my hell and dreamt of you once more.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["agony","ambition","bar","bar-nights","blood","booze","bottle","bravery","childhood","cynical"],"id":152127,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"If my heart was a bottle, your kiss would be the cork that seals in our love.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["bottle","cork","heart","kiss","life","love","my","philosophy","seals","you","your"],"id":155861,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"},{"text":"...People who don't live at least a little bit in fear, have nothing left to live for.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["alcoholism","ambition","blood","booze","bottle","bravery","calm","childhood","coming-of-age","crazy"],"id":166332,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday?","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["alcoholism","ambition","booze","bottle","daydreaming","death","destruction","half-empty","half-full"],"id":172554,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"Reaction timeTouch the underside of a penny you find on the streetDoesn't feel any different unless you close your eyesI can taste the copper in my mouth nowseeping from between my teethThere's an explanation I'm sureall this bloodit's from all the times I held the glass too closeAnd forgot to tip the dancerA storm just passedand like every other one that came before itI was left unharmedThe dogs are all barking and the catshiding in the basementAnd the sky is colored that bright yellow glowmakes it feel like you're wearing sunglassesthat you can't take offWherever you are nowit's not herebecause I missed itI missed the showI missed the curtain callAnd forever more I am cursedlike a blanket without a body to keep warm.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["agony","alcoholism","ambition","blood","booze","bottle","bravery","calm","crazy","cynical"],"id":214666,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":29,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}