The 92+ John Dos Passos Quotes

When The Typewriter Stops In A New York Office Everybody's Embarrassed; Men Start To Quarrel Or To Make Love To The Stenographer Or Drop Lighted Cigarettes In The Wastebasket.

The People Of The United States Have Been Fortunate In Many Things. One Of The Things In Which We Have Been Most Fortunate Has Been That So Far, Due Perhaps To Certain Basic Virtues In Our Traditional Ways Of Doing Things, We Have Managed To Keep The Crisis Of Western Civilization, Which Has Devastated The Rest Of The World And In Which We Are As Much Involved As Anybody, More Or Less At Arm's Length.

It's Easy To Forget How Central The French People Are In Everything We Mean When We Say Europe.

It Is A Most Curious Experience For A Man Of Seventy-two To Be Confronted With The Greenhorn Enthusiasms Of His Youth. Young People Think They Are So Smart. Alas The Doctrines They Spout With Such Fervor Turn Out To Be Mostly Parroted From Their Elders.

Time Has An Undertaking Establishment On Every Block And Drives His Coffin Nails Faster Than The Steam Riveters Rivet Or The Stenographers Type Or The Tickers Tick Out Fours And Eights And Dollar Signs And Ciphers.

In A Moment When Criticism Shows A Singular Dearth Of Direction Every Man Has To Be A Law Unto Himself In Matters Of Theatre, Writing, And Painting. While The American Mercury And The New Ford Continue To Spread A Thin Varnish Of Ritz Over The Whole United States There Is A Certain Virtue In Being Unfashionable.

Women Hock Their Jewels And Their Husbands' Insurance Policies To Acquire An Unaccustomed Shade In Hair Or Crêpe De Chine. Why Then Is It That When Anyone Commits Anything Novel In The Arts He Should Be Always Greeted By This Same Peevish Howl Of Pain And Surprise? One Is Led To Suspect That The Interest People Show In These Much Talked Of Commodities, Painting, Music, And Writing, Cannot Be Very Deep Or Very Genuine When They So Wince Under An Unexpected Impact.

Remember That It's Never A Crime In The Face Of Humanity And Enlightenment To Distribute The Works Of The Great Humanists Among The Merchants And Moneychangers Of This Godforsaken Country... You Better Slip Me The Dough.

U.s.a. Is The Speech Of The People

The Chilly December Day! Two Shivering Bicycle Mechanics From Dayton, Ohio First Felt Their Homemade Contraption Whittled Out Of Hickory Sticks, Gummed Together With Arnstein's Bicycle Cement, Stretched With Muslin They'd Sewn On Their Sister's Sewing Machine In Their Own Backyard On Hawthorn Street In Dayton, Ohio, Soar Into The Air Above The Dunes And The Wide Beach At Kitty Hawk.

There's Something Wonderfully Exciting About The Quiet Sing Song Of An Aeroplane Overhead With All The Guns In Creation Lighting Out At It, And Searchlights Feeling Their Way Across The Sky Like Antennae, And The Earth Shaking Snort Of The Bombs And The Whimper Of Shrapnel Pieces When They Come Down To Patter On The Roof.

There Are Too Many "creative Writing" Courses And Seminars, In Which Young Wirters Are Constantly Being Taught To Rewrite The Previous Generation. They Should Be Experimenting On Their Own. Every Writer Faces Different Problems Which He Must Solve For Himself.