“Red, red wine
Go to my head.
Make me forget that I
Still need her so.Red, red wine,
It's up to you.
All I can do, I've done.
But memories won't go.
No, memories won't go.”

“Do I have a body? Or have I none?
Am I who I am? Or am I not?
Pondering these questions, I sit
Leaning against the cliff while the years go by
And the green grass grows up between my feet
And the red dust settles on my head
Then men of the world come and thinking me dead
Bring offerings of wine and fruit”

“Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls."
Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-"
"So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?”

“The first duty of wine is to be red. The second is to be a Burgundy.”

“Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.”

“you can go to the Devil and not at your leisure. You can go now, for all I care.'
'My pet, I've been to the Devil and he's a very dull fellow. I won't go there again, not even for you.”

“I was just wondering if you'd come along,
Hold up my head when my head won't hold on.
I'll do the same if the same is what you want.
But if not I'll go… I'll go alone.”

“The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.”

“Maybe the guy drank red wine or beer with breakfast instead of milk.”

“The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps.”