It is a big temptation to me, when I create a character for a novel, to say that he is what he is because of faulty wiring, or because of microscopic amounts of chemicals which he ate or failed to eat on that particular day.

I have no degree in biochemistry, neither do I have one in mechanical engineering, as the army saw fit to terminate both courses before they were finished.

There is never a shortage anywhere of lawyers eager to attack the first amendment, as though it were nothing more than a clause in a lease from a crooked slumlord.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

I think big business is a terrible thing for the spirit of the country, as our spirit is the best thing about us.

Machines were, it may be said, the weapon employed by the capitalists to quell the revolt of specialized labor.

Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.