The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

Whisky is liquid sunshine.

While I can’t walk on water, I can certainly wobble on whisky.

Life’s too short for this shit,’ he had announced to his empty apartment, and that had been the end of the great whiskey experiment.

There is indeed one person who can help solve “writer’s block”. His name is Mr Johnnie Walker.

The second whiskey is always my favorite. From the third on, it no longer has any taste. It's just something to pour into your stomach.