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I was again behaving like a damned fool

I had a reason I was moved so forcibly, one I didn’t reveal to Molly. Such a possession would be a token of enduring faith, a symbol of continuance to bind us together in the bad times I feared were coming. The money it would cost would be a penance for my sins. I was again behaving like a damned f…

—p.188 Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan
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life is insoluble

I didn’t come to any conscious decisions that night in the suite just below Al Capone’s—or on any other night of the four weeks I enjoyed the favors of the “boys” in Chicago’s South Side. I didn’t see Constance for many weeks, but when I returned to New York City I did call her. So, in effect, I ha…

—p.178 by Elia Kazan
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Europeans tend to face the facts

Has any society at any time solved the problem of the relation between the sexes honestly? Europeans tend to face the facts. French men and women take lovers and live happily with their legal mates. Mexicans have their casa chicas. No two people have the same desires or the same needs, and no singl…

—p.178 by Elia Kazan
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to cut myself loose from the plague of guilt

That’s another kind of wealth, the wealth I prize most, the wealth of my experiences. I wouldn’t have missed any of it. Or the memories. What did the poet say? I loved them all in my own fashion—and I have no regrets. I wanted my album full.

Well, it is. How was I able to do it, and still live a…

—p.177 by Elia Kazan
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do I regret what has made this city so rich for me?

Do I regret any of that which happened? Do I regret what has made this city so rich for me? How could I? Yes, I did hurt some people, several who were dear to me, particularly my first wife when I was least controlled and most driven. But have you tried getting through life without hurting anyone? …

—p.177 by Elia Kazan