If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy. — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
Most all of the writers I admired when I was in my teens and twenties died young. Fitzgerald lived the longest. He was 44.… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
I certainly think that the publishing houses have to learn more about this informal network of literary blogging and get over the idea that… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
“She said that certain facts are accessible only from one point of view – the point of view of the creature who experiences them.… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren’t. — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
My former wife is a very eccentric woman, which is why I still love her. — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
“Tears come to your eyes, and you feel such a rush of tenderness and pity that you stop beside a lamppost and hang on… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think the difference between what we want and what we're afraid of is about the width of an eyelash. — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
I think it's dangerous to think you know what you're writing. I usually don't know, and usually I just discover it in the course… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
I think, when I'm writing, I have a more clinical view than I do when I'm reading. I like pretending to be God and… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
