“ I coulda' had class. I coulda' been a contender! But instead I got a one way ticket to Palookaville. ”
Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?
~ Budd Schulberg
The principal furniture in Billie's mind was a good-sized bed.
I’d like to be remembered as someone who used their ability as a novelist or as a dramatist to say the things he felt needed to be said about the society while being as entertaining as possible. Because if you don’t entertain, nobody’s listening.
There was a lull. Sammy was staring across the room at George Opdyke, the three-time Pulitzer Prize winner. I was about to say he was lost in thought, but Sammy was never really lost, and he never actually thought, for that implied deep reflection. He was figuring. Miss Goldblum edged her undernourished white hand into his. Sammy played with it absent-mindedly, like a piece of silverware.