“The piano has been drinking, not me.”
“From that time forward it has been hard for me not to think of literature as created primarily to give writers the drinks they want.”
“Once, when I remarked that she looked like a disoriented bandicoot, she leapt up from the piano bench and beat me within an inch of my life with a rolled-up piano sonata by Schubert. Ophelia has no sense of humor.”
“Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons.”
“There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.”
“I always have beauty around me, for I have but to go to my piano, and trace one of the million designs that have been made by my masters.”