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“Martinis in a can, Callie. We live in an age of wonders.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“I felt cold and dry, like a Martini.”
― Ursula Parrott, Ex-Wife

“I took a breath. Pictured the bed waiting for me upstairs. Then retreated to the lobby
bar alone and ordered an ice-cold gin martini, a small signal to myself that my work was
done. I held the glass, its inverted construction an insult to gravity and the order of things.
Just like our Movement, from the outside the balance of power seems all wrong. But hold a
martini glass in your hand and you know instinctively that it is just right.”
― Stuart Connelly, Confessions of a Velour-Shirted Man

“Ian colgó el teléfono y me besó. Me apretó más fuerte contra su cuerpo y con su mano libre me tomó del cuello, sin ninguna prisa. Sus labios jugaron con los míos, su lengua paseaba con ligereza por mi boca, suavemente metió su mano bajo mi suéter. Acarició mi cintura, mi abdomen. Su otra mano la acompañó y recorrieron mi espalda. Yo coloqué mis brazos alrededor de su cuello, enredé mis manos en su cabello y lo atraje hacia mí.”
― Helena Moran-Hayes, Café y Martinis

“We had dry martinis; great wing-shaped glasses of perfumed fire, tangy as the early morning air.”
― Elaine Dundy, The Dud Avocado

“So he stopped at the first of them, a frigid hothouse whose front tipped forward over the street in defiance of gravity, taste, and ordinance; inside, the tender daytime flowers could be seen huddling in family groups beneath a constant, unseen sun, and behind them was the hermetic door to the dark Cactus Room where the shy nocturnal plants, genus cereus, could bloom in privacy at any hour. Vivien, once out of the car, appeared less constrained. She did not have that stiffness so many have on first entering bars, that air of waiting stubbornly for alcohol to loosen them, which so often presages their manner when it comes' time for bed. She was already excited when the martinis came.”
― Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall

“Martinis as cold as a banker's handclasp and dry as a deacon's cupboard.”
― Matthew Blood

“I've found that martinis make mourning much easier.”
― Amanda Shae

“We sat in a corner of the bar at Victor's and drank gimlets. "They don't know how to make them here," he said. "What they call a gimlet is just some lime or lemon juice and gin with a dash of sugar and bitters. A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's Lime Juice and nothing else. It beats martinis hollow.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“I like my women like I like my martinis—smooth, bold, and with a twist of trouble.”
― Bryanna Comilang