This Ain't A War... It's A Goddam

It Was The Ponderous Battering Ram Of His Novels That Opened The Way Through The Genteel Reticences Of American Nineteenth-century Fiction. . . Without [theodore] Dreiser's Treading Out A Path For Naturalism None Of Us Would Have Had A Chance To Publish.

Mealtime's The Only Time I Get To Devote To The Things Of The Spirit.

Love Is Cheap. You Can Buy It Anywhere. Lives Are Cheap. It's Money That's Dear. You Have To Work Days And Sit Up Nights Thinking How To Make Money.

There Is A Part Of Me In Every Character, Naturally. That's Why Novelists Rarely Write Good Autobiographies. You Start One And It Becomes Another Novel.

The People Of This Country Are Too Tolerant. There's No Other Country In The World Where They'd Allow It... After All We Built Up This Country And Then We Allow A Lot Of Foreigners, The Scum Of Europe, The Offscourings Of Polish Ghettos To Come And Run It For Us.