Gil: Because this is unbelievable..there is no city like this in the world.
Inez: You are in love with a fantasy.
Gil: I’m in love with you.
Adriana: Tell me more about your book.
Gil: My book is kind of a .. you know what, i couldn’t care less about my book tonight. I just want to walk around Paris with you.
John: Certainly they have been no friends of the United States
Gil: Well i mean you can’t exactly blame them for not following us down that rabbit holes in Iraq with the whole bush you know.
Gil: By the way it is fine for me and your father to disagree. That’s what a democracy is. Your father defends the right wing of the Republican Party and i happen to think that you almost have to be a demented lunatic to be so. It doesn’t mean that we don’t respect each other’s views, am i right?
Adriana: I keep forgetting that you are a tourist.
Gil: That is putting it mildly.
Paul : Sex and alcohol..fuels the desire, kills the performance, according to the Bard.
Gil: That’s what present is. It’s a little unsatisfying because life is unsatisfying.
Ernest Hemingway: No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest and it affirms courage and grace under pressure.
Gil: I am jealous and I’m trusting. It’s cognitive dissonance. F.Scott Fitzgerald talked about it.
Ernest Hemingway: Picasso only thinks that women are to sleep with, or to paint.
Ernest Hemingway: you’ll never be a great writer if you fear dying, do you?
Gil: Yeah, i do. I would say it’s my greatest fear.
Adriana: I’m from the ‘20s and i am telling you the golden age is la Belle Epoque.
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion.
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it.
Gil: You haven’t even read it yet.
Ernest Hemingway: If it’s bad, i’ll hate it. If it’s good, then i’ll be envious and hate it even more. You don’t want the opinion of another writer.
Gil: 500 Francs for a Matisse? That seems fair! So, can i get 6 or 7 ?
Gil: You two have the same names as ..
Scott F.Fitzgerald: As what ?
Gil: Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
Scott F. Fitzgerald: Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, the Fitzgeralds. Isn’t she beautiful?
Gil: Yes, yes..its a coincidence ..like its a ...
Zelda Fitzgerald: You have a glazed look in your eyes, stunned, stupefied, anaesthetised, lobotomised.
Gil : I am having trouble (completing my book) because i’m a Hollywood hack who never gave real literature a shot..until now.
Gil: you know, i think better in the shower, get all those positive ions flowing.
Ernest Hemingway: All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another .Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness, you will fell immortal.
Ernest Hemingway: It was a good book because it was an honest book, and that’s what war does to men. And there’s nothing fine and noble about dying in the mud unless you die gracefully. And then it’s not only noble but brave.
Ernest Hemingway: If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.
Gertrude Stein:Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.
F.Scott Fitzgerald: Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind.
Zelda Fitzgerald: Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Gil: You look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exits, these lights, I mean come on, there’s nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space you can see these lights, the cafe, people drinking and singing. For all you know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.
Adriana: That Paris exists and anyone could chose to live anywhere else in the will always be a mystery to me.
Gertrude Stein: The artist’s greatest job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. You have a clear and lovely voice. Don’t be such a defeatist.
