“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.… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“Ten years! It was queer. Fennelli hadn’t changed much in ten years, but I knew I had. I wondered how he recognized me so readily. Maybe it was something about the way I looked; maybe it was the situation. I… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“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,… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“When I wrote The Betsy, I spent a lot of time in Detroit with the Ford family. The old man running the place had… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
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… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“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… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“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… — Harold Robbins Copy Share Image
“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
