8 Quotes & Sayings By Budd Schulberg

Budd Schulberg's play What Makes Sammy Run? was nominated for an Academy Award in 1941. He was later blacklisted by Hollywood for his left-wing views. After working as a journalist, he became the associate editor of The New Yorker. His novel What Makes Sammy Run? (published by Grove Press) was later turned into the film Sammy and Rosie Get Laid (1963) starring Paul Newman.

Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?
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Isn't everyone a part of everyone else? Budd Schulberg
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The principal furniture in Billie's mind was a good-sized bed. Budd Schulberg
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I coulda' had class. I coulda' been a contender! But instead I got a one way ticket to Palookaville. Budd Schulberg
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I’d like to be remembered as someone who used their ability as a novelist or as a dramatist to say the things he felt needed to be said about the society while being as entertaining as possible. Because if you don’t entertain, nobody’s listening. Budd Schulberg
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Never talk to waiters like that, " Kit said." Can I help it, " he said, "if I only went one year to finishing school?"" It isn't manners, " she said like a sensible schoolteacher quietly disciplining a small boy, "it just isn't smart." I thought of the time I first told him not to say ain't. He took this the same way, a little peeved but making mental notes. I noticed he was never too much of an egotist to take criticism when he knew it would help. It was part of his genius for self-propulsion. I was beginning to see what Kit had for Sammy. Of course she stood for something never within his reach before. But it was more than that. Sammy seemed to know that his career was entering a new cycle where polish paid off. You could almost see him filing off the rough edges against the sharp blade of her mind. Budd Schulberg
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There was a lull. Sammy was staring across the room at George Opdyke, the three-time Pulitzer Prize winner. I was about to say he was lost in thought, but Sammy was never really lost, and he never actually thought, for that implied deep reflection. He was figuring. Miss Goldblum edged her undernourished white hand into his. Sammy played with it absent-mindedly, like a piece of silverware. Budd Schulberg
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I thought of Sammy Glick rocking in his cradle of hate, malnutrition, prejudice, suspicions, amorality, the anarchy of the poor; I thought of him as a mangy puppy in a dog-eat-dog world. I was modulating my hate for Sammy Glick from the personal to the societal. I no longer even hated Rivington Street but the idea of Rivington Street, all Rivington Streets of all nationalities allowed to pile up in cities like gigantic dung heaps smelling up the world, ambitions growing out of filth and crawling away like worms. I saw Sammy Glick on a battlefield where every soldier was his own cause, his own army and his own flag, and I realized that I had singled him out not because he had been born into the world anymore selfish, ruthless and cruel than anybody else, even though he had become all three, but because in the midst of a war that was selfish, ruthless and cruel Sammy was proving himself the fittest and the fiercest and the fastest. . Budd Schulberg