My parents were immigrants. And the place for all immigrants was the factories. They were the source of cheap labor.

I had to make a living. I was a married man. I had a wife. I had a home. I had children. I had to make a living. That's the common pursuit of every man.

I had very high respect for the Pratt Institute, but I thought that I had done my best, and that was not their version of the best.

I feel that my characters all have some part of my character. I feel that they're all me in some way, certainly not in individuality, but they all bear elements of what I feel.

My ambition was always to be a perfect picture of an American.

I won't do anything bad, and I resent very deeply bad people who haven't got the ability, who try to interfere with the kind of work I'm trying to do because nobody's going to benefit from it.

I don't want to take somebody else's beating. That makes me unhappy.