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John Dos Passos
John Dos Passos

John Dos Passos was an American novelist born on January 14, 1896, and died on September 28, 1970. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into the realities of American society. more

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“When a plane departed the atoll after delivering construction supplies, its passengers were given lists of things we needed from town. On one occasion, my wife, Dora DeLarios, went to Papeete for the day. Marlon had given her a shopping list for food for the evening meal and the list included a bottle of rum. When Dora’s plane got back that evening, Marlon discovered that Dora had forgotten his rum and yelled at her. She got so fed up, she took a swing at him and knocked his hat off. I’d never seen Marlon with quite such an expression — surprise, anger, confusion, and amusement all at once. Dora was not to be reckoned with, and Marlon, who could have decked her, controlled himself.”

“Brando friend and cinematographer, Conrad Hall, suggested another means of eradicating our rodent infestation: “You take a 50-gallon drum, remove the top, and bury it with some open coconuts in the bottom. Some rats will fall in, attracted by the food, and won’t be able to get out. To avoid starving, they will eat each other. More rats will fall in until all the rats on the island will have eaten each other except the last one, which will be bigger and stronger than all the others. Then, you just club the fucker to death.” Marlon came back with a better idea: “You take that last fat rat and send him to Hollywood where he becomes the head of a studio. Then you club him to death.”

“Brando had twelve children—only half of them his biological offspring—whom he supported and whose educations he financed. In some cases, he was deceived into believing that children were his by mothers seeking financial support, but he ended up caring for the children despite this. In others, he assumed financial responsibility for children he became fond of, whether those of assistants or even of ex-wives.”

“The walls were painted a robin's-egg blue. Antique wood-and-glass display cases had mottled milk chocolate-brown marble countertops. Antique iron-and-glass stands would make the future little cakes (under their glass domes) pop up and down on the counter like jaunty hats. From the top of the left wall of the bakery, Gavin had hung a canvas curtain and arranged a display area in front of it. Both the curtain and display would change each month- as would, of course, the colors and flavors we showcased. The idea was to sell not only cakes, but also cake stands, serving pieces, plates, paper napkins, and other goodies, so once your little cakes got home, they'd look as good as they did in my bakery. One-stop shopping. On the right, Gavin had arranged a seating area with dark bentwood chairs and cafe tables. It looked like a tea salon in Paris. I sighed with delight. But I wanted to see where I would spend most of my time. The work and storage areas were screened off in the back, although I would have been happy to show off my two Vulcan convection-ovens-on-wheels and the big stainless steel worktable with the cool marble slab at one end for chocolate work. The calm milk-chocolate plaster walls, stainless steel, and white marble made the workspace look like a shrine to the cake baker's art.”