"What I want is an audience. Nothing sounds the same when there isn’t anybody to hear it and find fault with it."
So Suddenly, Last Summer opens, and the New York Times is going to destroy this degenerate film, the work of degenerates. So you get a review from Bosley Crowther that says, If you like incest, rape, sodomy, cannibalism, degeneracy, this is the movie for you, this sickening picture.
Everybody in the country went to see it. That review made the movie."
"Anyway, child, I am a P-H-D—that is, a doctor, child—a Doctor of Learning: I dont cut up people; I dig into their minds to find, perhaps, a latent jewel! Like a deep-sea diver, I stand breathless before the unopened oyster!"
"(on this unfloating island with that life that never sleeps—in this city that seems to generate its energy from all the small, sleepy towns of America, sapped by this huge lodestone: the fugitives lured here by an emotional insomnia: gathered into like or complementary groups: in this dazzling disdainfully heaven-piercing city)"
"He lives in—hold on—Queens!” Pete laughed. “And dig this, spote: I think he teaches at Queens College. They even got a school now,” he says, shaking his head."