“When I wrote The Betsy, I spent a lot of time in Detroit with the Ford family. The old man running the place had supplied me with Fords, a Mustang, that station wagon we still have…. After he read the… — Harold Robbins Copy Share
“I walked over to her. She took my hand. “You’re a fine kid, Frank. There’s something wild and hard inside you that needs gentling, but there’s also something fine and bright inside you. Whatever you do, don’t change. Don’t lose that something that keeps you from being hard and rotten.” She laughed. “I must be getting old,” she said, “to… — Harold Robbins Copy Share
“When I wrote The Betsy, I spent a lot of time in Detroit with the Ford family. The old man running the place had supplied me with Fords, a Mustang, that station wagon we still have…. After he read the book and I was flying home from New York the day after it was published, he made a phone call… — Harold Robbins Copy Share
Sex got me into trouble from the age of fifteen: I'm hoping that by the time I'm seventy I'll straighten it out. — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“You’re getting two C-notes and a one-way ticket. Make sure you never come back this way.” He jerked back on her finger. She screamed.… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
I've always found it much more dangerous to fool with a man's mistress than his wife. — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“My salary was ten dollars a week, to which I added the extra two dollars Harry used to give me and about three dollars in tips that I used to average, which made a comfortable total of fifteen a week and was enough for me to get along on. I could use more money, but then, who couldn’t? Jobs were… — Harold Robbins Copy Share
“A long time ago Marty once compared me to Hitler. I laughed then for I didn’t understand what he meant. Now I know. I learned it from living with Ruth and I learned from these last five months in Europe. I learned that you cannot live without regard for society and the so-called common man. For to live so, is… — Harold Robbins Copy Share
“It wasn’t too tough a trip. There were many others like me riding the rods for one reason or another, some heading nowhere in particular—people without anchors, just drifting along. Others were going someplace definite—home or to a new place where a job might be found. They too were like other people, some nice and helpful, some nasty and mean,… — Harold Robbins Copy Share
“laughed aloud. “Don’t worry, Mr. Moroni. It’s as safe as an automobile.” — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“I can wait,’ she said simply. ‘He has to have this chance.’ She drew me down to the chair beside her and rested my… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“My aunt touched my shoulder, I opened my eyes startled for a moment. She was smiling softly but I could see the tears sparkling… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
