Mealtime's The Only Time I Get To

Women Alone Always Order Sole. It Means Something.

We're Headed For Collapse, If You Want My Opinion, Missy. I Can See It In The Fallin' Off Of The Quality Of Vagrants. There Was Atime You Could Find Real Good Company In Almost Any Jungle You'd Pick, Men Who Could Talk, Men Who'd Read A Book Now And Then; And Now, What Do You Find, A Lot Of Dirty Little Guttersnipes No Decent Tramp Would Want To Associate With. Well, It's Been That Way All Through History.

Every Generation Rewrites The Past. In Easy Times History Is More Or Less Of An Ornamental Art, But In Times Of Danger We Are Driven To The Written Record By A Pressing Need To Find Answers To The Riddles Of Today.... In Times Of Change And Danger When There Is A Quicksand Of Fear Under Men's Reasoning, A Sense Of Continuity With Generations Gone Before Can Stretch Like A Lifeline Across The Scary Present And Get Us Past That Idiot Delusion Of The Exceptional Now That Blocks Good Thinking.

The Business Of A Novelist Is, In My Opinion, To Create Characters First And Foremost, And Then To Set Them In The Snarl Of The Human Currents Of His Time, So That There Results An Accurate Permanent Record Of A Phase Of History.

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.