Gabrielle: By the way, my name is Gabrielle.
Gil: I'm Gil, nice to meet you. It's a pretty name.
Inez: You're in love with a fantasy.
Gil: I'm in love with you.
Gil: I'm having trouble because I'm a Hollywood hack who never gave real literature a shot.
Gil: Yes, but you're a surrealist! I'm a normal guy!
Gil: It's understated but elegant. That's what you always say.
Helen: Cheap is cheap. That's what I always say.
Inez: You always take the side of the help. That's why Daddy says you're a communist.
Gil: Gil Pender.
Ernest Hemingway: Hemingway.
Ernest Hemingway: You liked my book?
Gil: Liked? I loved all of your work.
Ernest Hemingway: Yes. 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.
Gil: You can fool me, but you cannot fool Ernest Hemingway!
Paul: Nostalgia is denial - denial of the painful present... the name for this denial is golden age thinking - the erroneous notion that a different time period is better than the one ones living in - its a flaw in the romantic imagination of those people who find it difficult to cope with the present.
Gertrude Stein: Hemingway did have one plot suggestion - he doesn't quite believe that the protagonist doesn't see that his fiancée is having an affair right before his eyes
Gil: They are your friends and I have to admit I'm not quite as taken with them as you are.
Gil: She's right, I recently read a two-volume biography of Rodin, and Rose was the wife, Camille the mistress.
Paul: Sex and alcohol. Fuels the desire kills the performance, according to the Bard.
Gil: You're very kind, but I wouldn't call my babbling poetic. Although I was on a pretty good roll there.
Gil: Thomas Stearns Eliot? T.S. Eliot? T.S. Eliot? Prufrock is like my mantra.
Gertrude Stein: You have a clear and lovely voice. Don't be such a defeatist.
Gil: I'm a huge Mark Twain fan. I think you can make the case that all modern American literature comes from Huckleberry Finn.
Ernest Hemingway: Do you box?
Gil: No. Well... Not really, no.
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.
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.
Helen: We saw a wonderfully funny American film last night.
Inez: Who was in it?
Helen: Oh, I don't know. I forget the name.
Gil: Wonderful but forgettable. It sounds like a film I've seen. I probably wrote it.
Inez: Gil, just pay attention. You might learn something.
Gil: That was Djuna Barnes? No wonder she wanted to lead.
Ernest Hemingway: Picasso only thinks that women are to sleep with, or to paint.
Ernest Hemingway: All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us 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 most 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 feel immortal.
Gil: What is it with this city? I need to write a letter to the Chamber of Commerce.
Ernest Hemingway: No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.
Adriana: That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me.