I wonder sometimes if the motivation for writers ought to be contempt, not admiration.
“He 's ruthless only because of his ideals. Unfortunately he doesn't succeed. The thing fails and gets out of hand and takes charge of him. Idealism is the only excuse he could have and it's a great excuse.”
“I come from a wonderful family. My mother was a pianist and my father was a salesman. They were very middle-class, very middle-Western.”