Explore Quotes by Jay Mcinerney

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.

You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.

"Socialist" is the nastiest thing you can say about an American politician in some quarters.

I'm afraid that - not necessarily deliberately, but consistently - I've made a kind of laboratory out of my life, where I mix the stuff in the test tubes to create explosions - possibly resulting in interesting by-products. I mean, not deliberately - I'd be crazy to deliberately do that - or maybe not.

He insisted on a single trade secret: that you had to survive, find some quiet, and work hard every day.

I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them.

Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing

Something changed. Somewhere along the line you stopped accelerating.

Great minds sink alike, right?

Things happen, people change,' is what Amanda said. For her that covered it. You wanted an explanation, and ending that would assign blame and dish up justice. You considered violence and you considered reconciliation . But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name.

Your heartbreak is just another version of the same old story.

I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.

Sometimes I think the difference between what we want and what we're afraid of is about the width of an eyelash.

Bottles of wine aren't like paintings. At some point you have to consume them. The object in life is to die with no bottles of wine in your cellar. To drink your last bottle of wine and go to sleep that night and not wake up.

Everything becomes symbol and irony when you've been betrayed

Taste ... is a matter of taste (Tad Allagash)