1. If you wish to secure free board, free room, and free medical attention there is one infallible way of obtaining it. Walk up to the biggest policeman you can find and hit him in the face.

    — Ernest Hemingway

  2. Cormac McCarthy’s Olivetti typewriter, used to write “…more than a dozen novels, several screenplays, two plays, two short stories, countless drafts, letters and more.”

    Cormac McCarthy’s Olivetti typewriter, used to write “…more than a dozen novels, several screenplays, two plays, two short stories, countless drafts, letters and more.”

    (Source: The New York Times)

  3. It is part of the wider cultural death-rattle of a segment of society that believes America is a meritocracy and that access to fabulous wealth might be a question of working harder and wanting it more but also mostly comes to those who deserve it. These are infantilized, stunted people who expect to receive the natural riches that rain down because society recognizes their specialness, their inspiration, their vision. It is a world of spectacularly limited and decadent imagination, an imagination whose scope is defined by music videos, movies, and, most of all, commercials. This is a world in which most of its denizens were given some access, who did go to college, but for whom college was a place to party, with their degrees just a necessary check-mark on the path towards some high-up office with all-window walls in which they would do… something. It is a world of willful intellectual poverty. It is a world of child-people who think think they are elite, or that they will be elite, but mostly don’t actually comprehend that there is a gaping chasm between them and the truly elite, that there is a another world of the real elite for whom power comes first, with money being the happily created byproduct

    — Inside Elite Daily

  4. Here the so-called experts are simply intoxicated by the exuberance of their own virtuosity. They preach perfection—which is obnoxious to nature.

    — H.L. Mencken

  5. The old-time saloon owner, lacking the exaltation of immediate contact with his customers, became jealous of his bartender, and in a moment of epoch-making meanness installed the cash register. The effect of this soulless machine upon our national character has not yet been sufficiently investigated.

    — H.L. Mencken

  6. Strength,” Gallo said. “What do I want with strength, man? The bull weighs half a ton. Should I take exercises for strength to match him? Let the bull have the strength.

    — Rafael Gomez

  7. Our bodies all wear out in some way and we die, and I would rather have a palate that will give me the pleasure of enjoying completely a Chateaux Margaux or a Haut Brion, even though excesses indulged in the acquiring of it has brought a liver that will not allow me to drink Richebourg, Corton, or Chambertin, than to have the corrugated iron internals of my boyhood when all red wines were bitter except port and drinking was the process of getting down enough of anything to make you feel reckless.

    — Ernest Hemingway

  8. The extra-extra dry martini is a frequently ordered drink—it sounds a lot more reputable than saying, ‘Hit me like a punching bag with three ounces of cold gin.’

    — Bartending 101