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

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.

He had a picture in his mind of Studs Lonigan courageously telling life and the world to stick itself up it's old tomato.

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

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.

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