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who couldn’t keep his fingers out of the cookie jar

He and I would have a schnapps together, the dwarf at my side, and Freddie would tell me his latest dirty jokes—an endless supply. When we got back to Munich for the interior shots, he turned into a boy; he played. Living with me in the magnificent Vier Jahreszeiten Hotel, Freddie got into trouble …

—p.478 Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan
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the wealthy “liberals” in southern California

I had become the target of opportunity for people seeking to promote themselves at my expense and an easy mark for every self-righteous prick in New York and Hollywood. I was especially scornful of the wealthy “liberals” in southern California who’d never lived without servants, never been involved…

—p.470 by Elia Kazan
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I’d bought space in The New York Times

I thought it would let up, but it became a dogfight and I was the bone of contention. There were many phone calls, “unsigned” and hateful. I changed my phone number. When I began to move among people again, I found I was notorious, an “informer,” a “squealer,” a “rat.” I’d become the star villain f…

—p.468 by Elia Kazan
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I know I’ve done something wrong

THE HOUSE COMMITTEE on Un-American Activities was not publicity shy. They rushed my statement to The New York Times the day after I’d given it and, suddenly, there it was on the front page of the world’s greatest newspaper. I started to read it but couldn’t. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. The stat…

—p.466 by Elia Kazan
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there appeared the worm of doubt

I had my childhood answer: distance. I withdrew. I was silent. Never as firm as Molly, I always saw two sides to every issue and every judgment. And so, in the body of my conviction, there appeared the worm of doubt. I still believed what I’d done was correct, but no matter that my reasons had been…

—p.465 by Elia Kazan