“How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting?Better go drunk and begging round the taverns.Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yoursWill make a cup, bowl, one day a jar.When once you hear the roses are in bloom,Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.”

“I beg your pardon; I am drunk without a drink. English wine & words are vulnerable to every man.”

“Fairy tales make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment, that they run with water. a”

“One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.”

“Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell.”

“Water be wine,” I said, not thinking and distracted by the surge of magic. “Tears of the heavens, become fruit of the vine.”I felt more than saw Silla and Reese hesitate.But I kept going. “Water be wine. Water be wine. Blood from my body, the power is mine. Water be wine.”With a silent clap of energy, the entire bowl of water transformed into dark wine.”