The bullshit never ends. That’s the main thing to remember. It never ends.

People gave names to things so they could tell stories about them, goddam fairy tales about children who got out alive.

No emotion or insight is too small to inflict on the world. Let it all fly. Don't let it eat you from the inside.

Art is an artifice that you try to make seem natural.

Everything's weird if you stare at it.

Of All the Gin Joints is one part cinematic history, one part old Hollywood weirdness, and one part handy basic bar guide, with a dash of romance and more than a few wry twists. Bailey and Hemingway prove themselves very entertaining cultural mixologists.

I'd become one of those mistakes you sometimes find in an office, a not unpleasant but mostly unproductive presence bobbing along on the energy tides of others, a walking reminder of somebody's error in judgement.