"The Rum Diary" Quotes

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.

I was getting tired of hanging around bum gyms and fag bars.

It was always my fault. Or rather, my fault was that I always took the blame.

The room was filled with booze and desperation.

I was filled with a strange, irrational contempt for him.

It was a fine idea at the time, but I was too weak to carry it out.

There was no point in arguing with him. He was beyond reason.

The only way to deal with this place is to accept it.

I could never figure out if he was incredibly naive or incredibly shrewd.