There's one thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die - their silence.

Love is a hole in the heart.

The movies are an eruption of trash that has lamed the American mind and retarded Americans from becoming cultured people.

Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.

For many years Hollywood held this double lure for me, tremendous sums of money for work that required no more effort than a game of pinochle.

I haunted streets, whorehouses, police stations, courtrooms, theater stages, jails, saloons, slums, madhouses, fires, murders, riots, banquet halls and bookshops. I ran everywhere in the city like a fly buzzing in the works of a clock, tasted more than any fit belly could hold, learned not to sleep, and buried myself in a tick-tock of whirling hours that still echo in me.

Movies are one of the bad habits that have corrupted our century. They have slipped into the American mind more misinformation in one evening than the Dark Ages could muster in a decade.