James T. Farrell Quotes

#1. Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn't understand.

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#2. He was sad because he had grown up, and because the years passed like a river that no man could stop.

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#3. They served the rich, and tried to think that they were rich.

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#4. He was still where he had always been. Just hoping.

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#5. If you let conditions stop you from working, they'll always stop you.

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#6. So long, Lee. Give our regards to the Kaiser. And tell him there's a few boys on 58th Street who'll throw a party for him if he'll drop around.

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#7. Ever since he had been a kid, he had wished and waited, and there had been no change except for the worst.

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#8. There's one good kind of writer - a dead one.

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#9. He had come to America, haven of peace and liberty, and it, too, was joining the slaughter, fighting for the big capitalists. There was no peace for men, only murder, cruelty, brutality.

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#10. Studs Lonigan, on the verge of fifteen, and wearing his first suit of long trousers, stood in the bathroom with a Sweet Caporal pasted on his mug.

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#11. Neither man nor God is going to tell me what to write.

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#12. America is so vast that almost everything said about it is likely to be true, and the opposite is probably equally true.

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#13. All his life he had wished and waited, and there had been no change, except for the worse.

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#14. The danger of censorship in cultural media increases in proportion to the degree to which one approaches the winning of a mass audience.

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#15. His face was a gaze of primal obtuseness.

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#16. He took a meditative puff on his stogy, and informed himself that time was a funny thing. Old Man Time just walked along, and he didn't even blow a How-do-you-do through his whiskers. He just walked on past you. Things just change.

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#17. Life is sad enough without people writing sad books.

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