If I were dead and buried And I heard your voice, Beneath the sod My heart of dust Would still rejoice.
Dalton TrumboNumbers have dehumanized us. Over breakfast coffee we read of 40,000 American dead in Vietnam. Instead of vomiting, we reach for the toast. Our morning rush through crowded streets is not to cry murder but to hit that trough before somebody else gobbles our share.
Dalton TrumboI will, proudly and by preference, do at least one picture a year for King Brothers, and I will try to make it the best picture that I have it in me to do
Dalton Trumbo