In New Haven, Conn., when I was growing up, there were two sorts of Irish. There were the "drugstore cowboy" micks, who hung around the Elm Street poolroom over Longley's Lunch. And there were the earnest young Irishmen who fought… — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
“He was sad because he had grown up, and because the years passed like a river that no man could stop.” — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
Fitzgerald describes the social disillusionments and ballroom romanticism of the young people of the upper classes and the loneliness of Gatsby, who gives large… — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
“All his life he had wished and waited, and there had been no change, except for the worse.” — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
If you let conditions stop you from working, they'll always stop you. — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
“He thought of how when you went out and listened to what people said, you heard all kinds of things, people washing their dirty… — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
America is so vast that almost everything said about it is likely to be true, and the opposite is probably equally true. — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
“He had come to America, haven of peace and liberty, and it, too, was joining the slaughter, fighting for the big capitalists. There was… — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
“He had a picture in his mind of Studs Lonigan courageously telling life and the world to stick itself up it's old tomato.” — James T. Farrell Copy Share Image
